Lawrence
Hall
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This Moon is
not Eternal
This
moon is not eternal; it only seems
To
be because in the mysterious night
It
falls upon the earth in silent waves
Of
memories drifting across the floor
In
the dawn-drawn hours of dream-sheaving sleep
Before
the eyes of an old man even as
It
made shadowy mysteries for the boy
Shifting
memories to leafy childhood days
And
back again, a reflection of the real
This
moon is not eternal, but that one is.
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