In the darkness of the moon

Clouds drift across the moon

Unseen

Unknown

I walk beneath the moon

Unknown

Touched

Silken strands of black drift down and lay

Delicate lace against my skin

Unseen

Exquisite

Quiet slides a dark mantle warm over my shoulders

She whispers

Inviolate

Her Being a silent chord echoing down

Until the whole world vibrates with Her

We grow still

We grow quiet

We realize

We become

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