How beautiful the moonlight-
It reveals the essence, the core of this world of night
Leaving all else, the ugly, the broken, the truth, behind.
Cold, stark, unfiltered silver, defining the bare earth
Its shades and hollows eternally graven in liquid light
Treetops rimed with celestial frost.
Head on my shoulder, her breath soft in my ear,
She whispers an off-key melody to match the ancient requiem of the stars above us
As we drift down this avenue of temporary bliss
To home.
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