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at the water's edge
moonbeams float
down from the darkness;
alighting softly
on the tranquil waters
of a sleepy mountain lake.
rising full
across the distance,
the broad moon beckons;
casting long, subtle shadows
from the farther wooded shore.
mesmerized,
I am drawn like fish
to a lovely lure;
the haunting glow of heaven
dangling just outside my soul.
from: At the Water’s Edge
Copyright © 1997, 1998
by J.D. Deutschendorf
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