Full moon bright,
in darkest night,
stars hidden by her veil.
So lost in time,
sweeps benign,
her aspect always pale.
Her face smiles,
she so beguiles,
I see her nightly trail.
Soon the dawn,
begins the morn,
so another day begun.
Morning mist,
land now kissed,
is melting in the sun.
A year has past,
they trip so fast,
but best is yet to come. bkewl.
