River carries the Moon through
Dark Night’s sparkle and view.
All bend in to sense embrace
Of the shine from Blessed Face
I have found same everywhere
In far journey’s lost and dared.
And the touch of your reached beams
Always sweetened in my dreams.
River here flows through there…
With Light’s bend everywhere
Such treasures left as night is done;
I smile to thank each Moon’s Sun.
©2012 Linda Willows
(photo credit: Sandris Grivins)