I stepped out to see the moon tonight
and it stepped out to see me
it had been such
a long, cold winter
but the moon still took audience with me
nothing had changed
I've been listening to the awkward, beautiful tunes
of Autumn, again
I have not lost love
When I stepped out tonight, I knew that the moon had not
deceived me
not in all this time
no one had deceived me
but myself
all that is over, now
yet, it all flows into one
into me
the moon is but a reflection of myself
and in it,
I am never deceived
I have not lost love...
- April 16, 1984, A.D.
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