the spring air brings with her the moon mirror;
a quiet, lonely creature of solitude.
when she arrives in her usual fashion
of sudden unveiled appearance,
she softly kisses the darkness of the sky,
the most close and intimate to her;
`tis only he that she whispers her feathery,
air words as he beckons them from her
needing them to create a myriad of stars
across his night garment.
the moon mirror is an elusive, shy creature
who hides in the spendour of the blue day sky.
his garment changes to suit the environment
but still he keeps his moon mirror within his embrace
to rise and fall, wax and wane, be veiled and unveiled
as she so wishes for he understands her, knows her,
listens to her, allows her nature to shine and guides
her through and across his skies like a valiant knight
to his maiden. the moonlight is the moon mirror's
long, shining tresses that shine and are
her beauty to ♥ him
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
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