She was
born of stars
Within a
house of bones
Amongst
secret home souls
That
spurred her inward glow
And
through keyhole fine cracks
In seeded
warped glass
She’d wait
her constant light
Whispering
kind to the night
Stay long
my dark friend
For when
you go my path doth end
And I love
nothing more, than spy from my room
Luna, oh
Luna, upon my eye, the moon
E.A. O'Connell
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