I am looking for the Pure One.
She must be a child,
full of innocence,
and dreams of stars
reflecting in her eyes.
I search for some sign of her,
and wonder if she is still there at all,
for she has been gone a long time.
Lost in the maze of pain-
pain she never should have had to bear.
Is she waiting for me at night,
when the moon comes out to smile,
and hidden flowers blossom
so only nocturnal eyes can see them?
For she cannot visit the Land of the Sun,
where heat draws many out to play.
The light is dangerous to those who have
sensitive and cautious skin.
Her secret is better kept at night,
wth the dark tangible thickness to protect her.
I can't blame her for where she sits.
She has learned safety in the night.
The moon is now her friend.
Perhaps the only friend she has.
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