TITLE: Day of the Moon
By Jeanette Oestermyer
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First down, still-earth blue-gray haze
I walk on golden sand beside the sea,
barefoot; a breeze billows my skirt...
Mist rises, cools my brow -- soothes my soul.
A horse of the sea calls me to hop astride,
we sour out atop the depths... then we rest,
joining a white crescent moon in its sleep
after a long night of reflection, golden
glow on sand and sea.
Lulled by a lunar lullaby,
we rest on the breast of the tides.
As dusk comes, we sour back to shore.
I return to my one-time world,
the moon returns to the heavens,
completing a metamorphosis to gold.
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