Waxing Gibbous (love and light)

Here I sit with natural black

obsidian, polished, to find the lack, for

one who doubts her glowing presence

reminding us in opalescence

all is never as it seems and

life is naught but solid dreams

This schoolroom, where we choose to be

(contracts signed, souls are free)

making choices, those are ours

lit by moonlight, sunlight, stars

guided by the gentle hand,

a musing Goddess with a plan

Written deep, the orb above

a message of enduring love

for you and I to try and reach

So while you wander sans la lune

I will endeavor to try to teach,

the art of

"Drawing down the Moon"

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