there is a valley
thick with silver thistles
that stretches between
February and October
the foliage glistens
under the light of
twin full moons
one moon glows
from the light of you
the other moon reflects
the beating of my heart
the sharp metallic leaves
hold their spines high
to stand guard of all
that will come to be
though I peer through them
and you peer back
they only allow
a very limited view
but if we gaze upward
towards the moons above
you can dance to
the rhythm of my heart
and I can find my way
through the silver thistle dark
to the light of you
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