Under the Raging Moon
How raged the moon with whitest luminescence,
Reflected in my starving eyes,
Dominance, nocturnal omnipresence,
Swelling in the black eternal skies.
And how it shone with pallid incandescence,
Turning tears to icy milk,
Freezing them with spectral iridescence
Upon my cheeks like balls of frosted silk.
Until I wept to point of obsolescence,
When the rivers all ran dry,
I knew you stood and felt the equal presence
Underneath the self-same moon as I…
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