Anna burgess
LUNA
Free from night skies chains
Luna mortal form displayed
A fractured soul in ashes mist
A home in the woods she made
A silver hue in light she cast
A vision of beauty pure
With autumn hair and cinnamon
eyes
The wonder of nights allure
The feel of breezes gentle sway
The night’s whispers sigh
An echo of wistful dreams in
mind
The virtue of temperance high
Delicate dreams of yearn she
cast
For sun’s casting glow
To shine its beaconed tender
light
To rid of Luna’s woe
Billowing tears of ribbon red
The gesture of sorrows pain
Lifeless trees in sympathy
Of Luna’s dreams in vain
For a lonesome soul amongst the
stars
Is her terrible unending plight
And here she sits an unending
truth
Of beauty in the night
Anna Burgess
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