Missouri Moon

I left her
in Southgate
a rose dahlia
she had something
on her mind

to keep
the Missouri moon
rose o’er me
a lantern

in the sky
telling me secrets
that she

couldn’t speak
isn’t it ironic
mortal men

find her brilliant
as reflection

of the sun
but just as

morning beckons
she weeps

like Mara
whose waters
we cannot drink
Missouri moon

caress my face

to mitigate
a divide
Missouri moon

I beg you
guide me home
for I still sense

only you
can guide me
to a journey
without grief


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