Metamorphoses

Perhaps the moon will step gently from the sky.

Her foot trailing star dust as she glides by. 

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A body aglow in pale light.

Lifting a spirit bright. 

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Willingly leaving her home in the sky.

Living among mortals, nigh.

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A prayer. A wish. The longing of a lovers kiss. 

The flicker of a wish.

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A fear. 

Hesitation near.

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The moon in her earthly form,

here among the shells to roam.

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Here to fill a lovers heart.

Mighty at her art.

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*Inspired by a friend and the epic poem Metamorphoses by Ovid