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Photograph by Monique Rardin Richardson

We'll Always Have The Moon

by Monique Rardin Richardson

It's been years

but still, I feel her gaze


When I turn to find my lost friend

in the shadows, I see golden waves rush by

like a mermaid heading back to sea

or a wood nymph dashing through

a sultry forbidden forest


She teases, sending a spark of a smile

as bright as a shooting star


My wishful dream watches

with eyes of emerald green


She always said, "I was the wind beneath her wings,"

but she's an angel now waking me by moonlight


We talk under a galaxy of blue,

then she disappears, and I patiently wait

for another milky pearl in the night

to unveil her next visit

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