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Wisps from Round the Moon

I watch the wisps from round the moon
Come circle through my dreams
Feathered tendrils twist and curl
And ride soft, silvered beams.

I see phantom clouds escape with sighs
Rise softly from your lips-
And all the while my love for you
Rains down in dewy mist…

I see the midnight's velvet skies 
Scatter gems across the night
And find the brightest one that shines
And wish upon that light.

I watch the mists from round the moon
Come circle through my dreams
And mingled there amid my hopes
Are eyes in shades of green…

Sharon Frye
© 2006