I fell asleep
To her cries
At the moon
She and she
In an intimate
Spoon
I heard angels
Awake in her voice
Softly carrying
Her magic
Like wings
Sweetly nourishing
Her delicate song
Hush now
Though a presence
Is near
Light wants not
To embellish
A guard driven fear
Oh so benevolent
In airs gentle loom
Does ear sit
To our cries
At the moon
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Poétique 