Originally Written: December 17th, 2001
The cold dark moon of December.
It’s full brightness staring at the world,
With glittering stars all around.
In a field no mortal has ever seen,
The Moonlady appears in the light.
She lifts her hands up and speaks to the sky,
In a language not uttered on earth.
She starts to dance in the moonlight,
Her hair shining bright silver,
Her dress fluttering in an unseen wind,
Her touch making flowers bloom.
With a final sweep of her white hand,
The image disappears.
No one stands in the unseen field,
Just moonlight bathing the fresh new blooms.
The moon shines bright in the sky,
The cold dark moon of December.
It’s full brightness staring a the world,
As the Moonlady comes to dance.
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