I bend and rise – I wax and wane – filled
I
grow and empty fade.
Empowered
by the midday sun
Hidden
– on the other side
I
turn and shine – and in spirit – speak
Myriad
stories – mirror found
In
the silver, sun-lit face – of the spouse, his moon
Spinning
in the upside-down – his silent tales
Holding
in the inside-out – pictures of his
Wayward
way – visions in the night
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