You're my best friend at night
dear Luna,, we communicate through
my bedroom window,,some of your
phases I have come to know

Wish you could tug my tides dear
friend, or must I become the sea
before you will capture me

You know I love your silvery gleam
sometimes I lie under you day,and
night, to dream

You're a muse with a myriad of mystery
one who can bring out the best in me
thank Creator's  sight, for making you
our night light

Please,let me go deeper into your darkside
I want to discover what you hide,I promise
you can trust me, I'll never disclose what I
see

I know you talk to the wolves,those fixed
times when they howl at you,and the tides
rush in to communicate too

A certain time each month a woman can feel
your presence, even though for the why of it ,
we can't make sense

Oh how I wish I knew more of your wondrous
ways, for what you are to lovers,you don't get
enough praise

I will continue to talk to your moonbeams,every
chance I get, and wait for you in twilight, as
the sunsets.......Au revoir mon ami

etw...2009
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