I once looked upon a dark and blackened sky,
to see the moon looking down upon me.
It glowed brilliantly in the dark night;
alone, it drifts above–no star is seen.
It is my sole guide on this lonely road,
the golden glow a comforting presence.
As I wander, I think of her journeys,
of the places she’s been and things she’s seen.
Who else has she guided on their own paths,
where else in this world has her bright light been?
These questions I have as I wander on;
never alone as I look to that sky.
Wandering in silence forever more,
until I reach her and hear her own tale.
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