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Sister of the Moon
by David N. Muxo
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The sounds of night surround her as she walks; the whisper of her flowing hair blends with the creature sounds. Pale moonglow lights her way, falls upon her upturned face, touches her body forming gleaming shadows, shifting shapes. She is the mirrored moon, a silver spirit who walks the night in silence. I hear her calling in my heart of hearts, My soul of souls responds to the rhythm of her breath, to the beating of her heart. I feel a pulse below my conscious world, a calling sense which draws me deeper into dreams, enticing me to lose myself. Already I am lost. The moonlight fills me as I listen to that silent voice. I will walk the mountains of the moon, my footfalls echoing hers precisely. I will be sister of the moon. |