Umbrella Moon

She knew I knew her unknown thoughts
and things kept well from sight
like umbrella moon – a sweet perfume
as pure as delight

And when the night-time hovered
and the evening showed its face
I knew right then that she would send
with elegance and grace

Her beauty and compassion
her feeling of supreme
like winds that blew (strident and true)
expressions yet unseen

She was the butterfly and bee
(the sunshine after rain)
she was the day true love would stay
and drape itself around

And ever and for always thus - 
committed to her own - 
the kind of care that’s always there
her seed had surely sown.

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