Night Lady


She is a shy lady tonight,
Our moon.
Her head half hidden
Tilts forward, away.
Timid as a sheltered child,
She hides her eyes behind
Locks of thick, black hair.
You cannot see feeling
In that mysterious cheek,
Features faded by the shyness.
She is patient, our shy moon,
And will outwait you,
For she is shaped by age,
And Earthly eyes are blinded
By her seemingly, youthful beauty.
Ah, but she will not be disturbed,
But be bold.
When ready.

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