The Moon

Although you are always there, translucent blending in with the baby-blue light
The sun, blinding all the beauty of the night
I wait for you in anticipation as the sun dips behind the ridge, surrendering the sky
I witness the twinkles beginning to reveal as though waiting for your permission to appear.
I watch as your glow gently illuminates the dark sky
Gazing as though believing in it I will see the shape of your eyes
Convinced that the beauty of it's light reflects from the center of your disguise.
(C) Elizabeth Zsamboki

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