Grace Gavagan

Moonshine

The gentle sky will dwindle
Moon will rise, second place to the sun
The only promise of the light is a whisper of the stars
Stars speak sweet promise that day will come again
 
I am seen for who I am under the stars
Free to not cover myself the musk of fear
O, how could I lay my head to rest
When the sky belongs to me

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