5 Muluc
Red Overtone Moon
If only I could heal each Wound you own
And mend the Places where your Soul is torn
A silver Moonbeam I would sculpt and hone
That it might pierce the hardest Heart e’er born
A golden ray of Sunlight will I use
To thread my Quill with soothing Thoughts and Care
Every Rift and Ravel you will lose
To perfect Suture, excellent Repair
But Time alone has Tools to fare so well –
In my Power I do presume too much
Wishing that in wishing itself could dwell
A Magic only angels use and touch.
My hope is that a perfect Love and Time
Transform all Pain into Peace sublime.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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