As the full moon rose over the sea,

I stood under its waning glow.

The third time he had bid me,

A familiar stranger, well known.

In stark dimness I saw him,

His eyes foretold his soul.

I yearned to feel life again,

A third time to be whole.

A new love that never ends,

Yet a passion that time stops.

He is the sewer who mends

The cistern of my tear drops.

Abandon of the past,

Unfolds within his arms.

Sweetness of hope could last,

Protected from love’s harm.

The moon begins to disappear,

Soon the night grows long.

Now the parting that I fear,

Three times he has gone.


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