Poetry by Christine Simard 

          Captured
As I gaze up at the full moon
The brightness fills my soul,
Knowing that you are looking at her too.

The moon holds all of my innermost thoughts
In the recesses of her mind;
She carries them with her as she does yours.

I cannot imagine a more beautiful sight;
Looking at her I feel that I am in a trance.
She holds me close and makes me safe.
Written for a friend on December 19, 1997


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