Clear Skies
The full moon has come,
But clouds float over her face -
Allowing us only flashes of
Neon pearl light.
When we try to show our true selves,
Jealous shadows will crawl.
The moon isn't daunted by eclipsing wisps,
As dark as they are.
How do I find that self-assured gleam
Of the moon coming from my own skin?
Her immortal energy I lack -
How does she not tire of the tendrils
Crossing her vision?
Maybe what covers her serves her still -
In the art of revealing more
Than clear skies ever could.
LJ Ireton
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