If I let the Moon

see my face,

will she make me crazy,

wanting everything

I see.

If I let the Moon

see my face,

will she give me ideas

of running naked

through the woods.

If I let the Moon

see my face,

will she sing me to sleep

in luminous arms

of love.

If I let the Moon

see my face,

will she open me to joy,

escaping the trivial

pursuits

one calls life.

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Assistant Ed: Leace Hughes/Ed: Bryonie Wise