Mother Moon
Pale moon shining on fields below,
Nature’s langiappe in golden glow.
Soft winds blowing through pinewood trees,
Listening to my fervent pleas.
Mother moon, murmur to the night;
Hide deep within her starry light.
Hear me willow, and weep for me,
Listening to my fervent pleas.
No need for sun or morning dew,
All I ever needed was you.
Clouds break over turbulent seas,
Listening to my fervent pleas.
Pale moon shining on fields below,
Listening to my fervent pleas.
Colleen Keller Breuning © 2014
December 3, 2014
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