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Midday Moon
Cool and clear like lake water
Spying on the waking people
)
Midday Moon
Cannot quietly tend the tides
Seeks an unwilling audience
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Why do you stir to see
What fills our light hours?
Why this spiteful envy of the sun?
(
Yours is the mystery and the poetry
A majesty subtler,
A face more compelling
)
The appeal of warmth and brightness
Is simple; such pining to belong there
I know too well
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But, Midday Moon,
Your domain is the night
There you are loved
You provide precious company and light
Here, your pale whimpering gaze
Is a pitiful fright
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Violet P. Davies
Words make me feel fulfilled occasionally.
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