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Traveling Among the Stars

February 13, 2008
By Anonymous

It looms. A silent moon.
A valiant freckle on the dark of night.
Covering me,
its spot of light
a beacon
battling against the torrent of night
of sleep.
My eyes never close.
It hangs.
A familiar, old friend.
Why does it hide in mystery?
I see its gaze, and yet
it passes by me
and the morning comes.
No goodbye.


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