Her feet follow the sillhoutte of the moon,
No reason, just impulse compells her to pursue,
Thoughts trickle through her mind, but evaporate like the wind,
One direction.
Her only thoughts are on the moon
The silver sickle moon.
*
The shimmering bridal train guides her every movement
Conducting her through puddles and ditches,
Hills and troughs, but her soul is absent
Just one with the moon
The silver sickle moon
*
She arrives at a cliff, faces the moon,
Spreads her arms, closes her eyes and exhales,
The ocean throws itself against the foot of the cliff
The wind whistles a song of admiration
For her, and the silver sickle moon
*
She gazes at the moon
God's beautiful creation
Cold breath clouds her face as the frosty air seeps in
She just stares, in awe of thebeauty
Andpower this moon seems to hold
The stars bow down
The tides obey
The night light of time
The tanslater of light
The silver sickle moon
*
Memories prick her mind,
Forcing her to remember,
the burden the world has put on her small frail shoulders
Her only escape
Her only comfort
Her only refuge
Lies in the silver sickle moon.
*
Before she leaves this earth to be with the lord
Beforethe pending illness swipes her life
She just had to get one last glimpse
And show her Value
For the one and only
single sickle moon.
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