My Moon

She wasn’t the one who hung the moon
Everyone knows it was the big bang
Unless it was the boss of the sky…
She only makes it shine perfect light
Her sweet spirit calls it from sleep
Rises for her with an upward glance
One look through her almond eyes
The sparkle, the reflection of right
If I could concoct a strong lasso
Tie all the perfect knots to catch
I would pull it down to my room
To remind me what I long to stare
When she goes, I’ll not be alone
Burnished moon my pendant to wear

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