I wish to run across the fields.


    To follow the wind on it’s invisible flight.


    Save that the clouds mark it’s path,


    Ships of the air,


    With sails that catch the light.


    Oh to be among them.


    Oh to be onboard.


    Looking down,


    No longer with,


    The cares of the world.


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    But then I see the figure on the right;


    Deep-cloaked and hooded against the horizon sky.


    Are they watching what catches my eye?


    Mighty, Solitary Queen of the Cloud Fleets


    And Sapphire Sky.


    Should I join them?


    Or should I not.


    To speak


    To listen


    To Gaze


    To Share


    The Glorious, Solitary,


    Yet mighty Wonder


    That is the Lady Harvest Moon.