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Moon struck
When the moon is bright I am at my best
When she sheds her light I cannot rest.
As I draw her down her silvery glow
Seems to fill my heart, reconnect my soul
With the wisdom of many, long since past
Returning eternal to the last
As she shines through me from a planet far
We become as close as her nearest star
With help from her, I can feel the stream
I become the threshold of that dream
I feel the cosmos, taste the All
Exist inside her silver ball
Her mystic rays course through my veins
Though in the end I must remain
Quite firmly grounded in Mother Earth
At least until my next rebirth
When she sheds her secrets from the sky
To answer "Tell me who am I".
Poem by Barbara Jones
Copyright The Bentilean 1999
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