The cirrostratus sky frames your sweet smile
as the halo envelopes the lunar orb.
The pale light is twice reflected to the sea
and within it my worries are absorbed.
For the winter's dark is broken by your light
and the days are slowly getting longer.
With each parting cloud, your parting lips
and each sunrise seen, my heart is stronger.
In the solstice's end I find my solace;
you are the antidote for my furrowed frown.
For the halo that surrounds the pale moon
reflects upon the one I find upon your crown.
And when I am softened by such a spark
it makes me almost welcome a brief dark.
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