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It was the midnight moon she said

which caused all her problems

all those whispers

all those dreams

set her mind to wandering.



What if, she thought

perhaps, she pondered

and gazed, bewildered,

long she wondered.



Could it be this?

For in her dreams divided

she searched for meaning

and purpose....hiding



Thus it came to her

written on the glow

  of moonlight-tempered beams

as an aria in a familiar opera of

  comforting and blissful scenes.