Night's light lack from stars cracked
swirls a skull with galaxies contained.
Fifty million pieces to forty thousand puzzles
collide and loose any sanity gained.
A surprise moon hides behind the horizon
planning a perfect smile for the darkest loom.
Her soft reflection of Daddy's twinkling face
and her great gleam shifts the tide of the war room.
All calms as the waves breathe a peace of mind.
The moon rests the wearied heart in her breast.
The chaos forgets its character and listens.
Moon Lady is the storm-caught's solace, home, and nest.
For Lyndsay. My rest from the storm and collisions of Tech Week.
Passionate like a bear. Stubborn as a ram. Systematic as a rocket scientist.
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