Moon-Song
Above the silence
the forests,
the invisible curves
of light and fields,
the empty skies
of September darkness,
the coming
of autumn
is his light
revealed,
for the stars
are full tonight,
the hours shorter,
in the passing
of days,
the shadows quiver
and tremble,
the wind whispers
in solace,
the return of winter,
the dance
of ghosts
before his
midnight veils.
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