| By The Light Of The Moon As evening falls graciously across the land, And night unfolds her velvet splendor; I wait in silent ore. Majestically the moon rises, Bathing me in her beauty. Mysterious ancient magic, Intoxicatingly filling my senses; Replenishing and calming my soul. Hypnotically caught under her spell, I find new strength and clarity. A time for quiet reflection, Lost in deep thought. Random images play out upon her surface, Sighing contently, realization setting in... A new wisdom blossoming from within. Filled with a new confidence never know before, Happy and content with who I am becoming. A deep rooted understanding, A profound sense of self... For I am women, and proud to be. Tara Dalton 2004 |
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