Patient Moon
Strung from the sparkling night,
she hangs her head.
Briny tears of a million years
caught, where shed.
Traveling this night
the path set before her,
she watches as life below her
perseveres.
She, a part of all that
is romantic in her view..
yet unreachable in her world.
Lunar leers, she saves
for the unbelieving.
Misty eyed stares,
for the lovers.
She herself, remains
alone in her world,
in thought...
obsessing.
Searching,
with eyes wisened by the years,
and the tears....
she scans the blue view before her.
Something of importance is there,
so she remains patiently quiet.
Her face is etched in the sky
long after dawn's first light.
She waits,
a patient moon.
Copyright 1999
Janet Nix
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