Four Moon Days
Peter Mark Gdula
12/02/2009
Four moons pass yet we have one
Our time is spent to gather sun
Beams that grow in the dawns
Yet move along as dusk spawns
Another broken vessel to be
Patched with flour paste as we
Seek another moon to hide behind
When shadows form in mind
And soul and heart our strength
Is begged for endless length
Of time and space impatient as
Our spirit grows for want and has
Yet not to show what fate betrays
The tides of four moon days
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