Where the Lover Shows the Secrets / Joshua Alan Sturgill
Only by the Moon, beloved, will our vows be said.
Only can the Moon, beloved,
our ambitions wed.
Flee the noise of Day, beloved, pale parades of lies,
appearances and pleasantries
— Day is Death’s disguise.
By the Moon the sky is clear, and every truth is seen:
leaping light of countless stars
and restful dark between.
Ascend into the Night, beloved, where the Lover shows
the secrets of his palaces
for those awake to know
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