I see day realize night
vanishing colors surrounded in
a perfect cloak of darkness.
Gentle moon enchants the sky
a golden pendant dangling
from Godís loving hand.
Valleys wind and hide it from view
until it peeks again,
from the mountain tops,
their trees ever-changing
green to crimson fire.
I watch as time creates a new season,
bringing memories of summer in bloom
the smell, lingering and sweet,
fades into the apparent darkness of autumn.
Mile after mile, I wander still
as my thoughts return to the moon . . .
yet different somehow
almost as we see ourselves.
I continue my journey
until, at long last,
I am home.
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