Oh star ’round which I turn,
Don’t you know by now
That whilst I am captured by
Your luminescent gaze
You own me
But even washed in white
We cannot ever hope to remove
The intrinsic flurry of shadow life that resides behind
These azure eyes
In the same way I
Can never hope to capture
To properly reflect from
The pitted plains of praiseful prose
Even the smallest trace of
The rapturous, enigmatic natural beauty
You harbor in your
Every breath
Every curve of your soft hands
Every swaying motion of your flowing skirt
We are born as we are given
All the world watching but
Not waiting
Not shaping but guiding
Our path forward
I stand before you
All that I am exposed
My veins pulse with
The beat of all who stood before
Still
But not without agency
Late at night
As the crescent casts
Shade and shallow shimmer down
I bay and
Break free
Bonded not
Untethered of
The expectations cast by
Unobstructed beams
In moonlight masquerade
We show our fangs
Not bared, bare still
Not wild, neither frantic
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
I really like this, great work!
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Thank you!
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You are welcome.
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Outstanding! Love it
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Thank you as always, Ana. 🙂 I appreciate you so much.
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The mindful predator,
and purveyor of grandeur,
glowing in the fading light.
This poem is a moonbeam
… of delight.
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Scouts wander not lost
On worn paths crossed
Late night in high mountain pass
Light snow falls soft o’er tracks
Fading in the glowing light
…comrades of the night
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Very good.
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Thank you.
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