More Than a Moment
The moon�s impassioned light falls
from half hidden privacy.
Shying from view, she calls
with cloud muffled half moans.
Hours, we shall be her pawns,
caught up in the emotion
as she seeks privacy from her own light.
Captivated, we are by her yearnings.
Caressed by a mist filled hand,
stroked by a calloused cloud,
embraced, but for a moment,
by a passing shadow in the night.
On her travels across the night
she cares not, for she knows
that in the hours before morn,
they will be gone, and she....forgotten.
She will return again, seeking one
who might envelop her
in an act of passion
that to her, will seem
more than a moment
in her lifetime
of nights.
Copyright 1998-2001
Janet Nix
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