The Moya View
Wake dear, and rise,
sleep not this day.
Let our two dreams
play to and fro with each.
Let’s dance in the sun
shouting— one beam,
the light’s high joy.
You nor I will not cry today
as you gambol and swirl,
as I dream, hope,
now words, then love and vows
united.
‘Tis by the first touch
of moonrise’s delightful sway
will we share our future
with the stars.
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JONATHAN MOYA
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