This Copper Moon

THIS COPPER MOON

This copper moon stirs not for me.

It barters secrets with the stars

And pays no heed to hearts afar

Or wishes borne of tragedy.

Oh, endless days in languid seas

Await those who the dreamers are;

This copper moon moves not for we

Who cede our secrets to the stars.

Sweet melancholy won't set free

The halcyon days precision mars;

So reverie weavers bid au revoir

To fragments of our imagery.

This copper moon wakes not for me. 

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