On the night when April winds blew
The garden was my only solace,
my only peace

I took a walk a saw her....

There she was under the dogwood tree
Standing ever so still
Her hair swayed as if dancing with the cool night breeze
I dared not disturb her but she sensed my presence
knew I was there

The cold ran through me like a thousand knives
paralyzing me, I was petrified.
How dare I walk the grounds on which she stood?

I just waited...

I just waited...
for whatever punishment she thought I deserved
but instead she said,
"Do you know what I stand for? Do you know why I'm here?"

I blinked, words that I trusted for so long
betrayed me.
"Your bittersweet longing," she whispered, "is the same as my own."
"Longing for what?" Alas! I found my voice.

And then she looked up and vanished after she sighed,
"The Moon."

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