Brandon: Upon reflecting on your poem more, I get a read of God and dementia or Alzheimer's for an aging loved one. There's a good poem in the idea.
The Secret of the Moon
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Young love is for the light of the moon.
Something mothers know, and daughters learn.
Shared whispers flee as retreating tides.
Fidelity is for the bright day.
Night's only promise is to transform.
The Secret of the Moon
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Young love is for the light of the moon.
Something mothers know, and daughters learn.
Shared whispers flee as retreating tides.
Fidelity is for the bright day.
Night's only promise is to transform.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson