Moon

Run away with me, the moon

is waiting.  She follows me

knowing what no one else does.

She tells me to be silent, and listen,

and I do.  She whispers in blue

and piano notes strung together

like a sonata echoing across the water.

When I am still, she wraps me

tightly, in a blanket of secrets.

She is always calling to me –

come here, come here, come here,

with her gentle face and soft voice,

and so I go.  Run away with me.

The moon is waiting.

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