The moon was bright,
a silver home adrift in seas of black
that brightened to clear blue within her wake.
The slender clouds
passed and repassed, but touched her not.
Their gentle feathers glowed and darkened,
moving the earthbound shadows
endless across the sand -
bright silver sand - whose slow night-glow
made sweet reply to the slow-drifting moon.
And from her height
the moon gazed down upon a silver home
afloat in seas of black.
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