And as I lay in my bed last night, I was ever aware that she was passing silently above me... and just as she does the tides, I felt her invisible force drawing the unquenchable waters of love from the deepest recesses of my soul.
"Does he gaze upon her as well?" I wondered through another bright and sleepless night of her glorious reminder. And when finally I gained the courage to rise and bid her welcome again this morning, I could hear his words in the light that seemed to be beaming only for me. Yea, though many moons have passed, still I hear...
"Lover's moon is high on the sky...143"
Stephen Christopher Harris
"I am always remembering..."
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