Night is waiting
Unknowing is openness
Potential undiscovered
Masked goodness
Still I tremble
Strain to see
What remains hidden in shadow
Strain to touch
What is beyond grasping
The sun is my playmate
Bids me to explore the world
The moon is a mirror
Beckoning me inward
To explore unmapped worlds
To claim the light of my soul
Jewniquely Myself 
Joan,
This one is wonderfully done. I like the moon as a mirror of the soul.
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Thank you, Annie, I always love finding you here. Blessings and sweetness to you *willows in mist**moonlight through clouds*