wearing your silver suit
as the king of my night
Marama waltzes here
through the ancient sky
commandeering his multitudes of star subjects
i too wait
for my one little beam of tender light
to show me his face
while i sit here
winking at his glory
from my servant’s chair
my sweet Marama
minha doce lua
Love the tone in this poem. Very enjoyable read. 🙂
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Thank you, Sonya 🙂
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