I love the sun.

It melts my muscles,

the morning glories revel

in its golden light.

It fathers the grass,

the grain, the oak.

But I, I grow

by silver, silent moonlight.

Its cycles guide the ebb

and flow of my blood.

The gentler light allows

reflection and I can see 

without the glare.

Beneath the moon

I stretch my arms

to touch the stars.


Terri Simon

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