Sitting on a razor’s edge, she fills the night sky
With her gentle light, soft rays of moonbeams
Touching my skin, lulling me to slumber.
The sea beneath reflects her image
Rippling light upon waves of salt.
Watching, waiting, she rises high
And peeks into my window,
Her breath an icy kiss on my fevered cheek.
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