In the twilight hours she is at home
Casting her soft pale light from above
Bringing a peaceful end to the day
Spreading her unselfish gifts of love

Her magic is felt throughout the night
Both her heart and mine beat as one
Giving me courage where I am lacking
Until first signs of the rising sun

Baring my soul for her alone
I bathe in her ethereal glow
Sharing my innermost secrets and dreams
Finding comfort by in letting go

My eyes feel heavy as I drift
Sleep falls upon me much too soon
Guarded by the protective ray of light
Of the Goddess of the moon

Author Bio

Nancy Jackson is a published author and poet who believes sharing the gift of words is one of the most special things we can do for one another. Many of her works have been included in Literati, Twilight Times, Waxing and Waning, various anthologies and six books in the upcoming series Celebrations due in Spring.

Currently she is an editor as well as a book reviewer for BeWrite Books, Sime~Gen magazine and Dog-eared webzine.

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