I Also See the Moon

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I also see the Moon
It’s beauty, now raised everywhere
Reaching another sky
No ending, no beginning
It is the spaces between things
Empty, alive and wandering into forever

Moonlight – peeking, peeking
Through the shadows
Delicately, mysteriously knowing
And when she weeps
The gentle raindrops fall
Filled with sorrow for the past

All that lies between us
Silence, tears, and rain
Memories that we leave behind
Half – words whispered low
In the dark hours
Which I cannot touch
I also see the Moon

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Reality and I have quarrelled. This is where I go so he can't find me, my Other Place. Here I can spin my Fancies and Fiction, as I wander among the Stars and listen as they whisper their secret to the moon. My name is Annie, I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself. I love cats, listening to the blues, the mountains more than the beach, being lazy, writing my fancies and fiction and I also love to crochet. That's me and this is my Other Place.

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