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.

  Stolen novel; please report.

  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.

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