* Lady Moon, grant me night vision.
* Let me walk in your half-light
* at ease with my unknowing.
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* Once I thought, if only,
* if only I had money,
* if only I was admired,
* if only I was loved:
* I would be content.
*
* If only, I knew
* if only I could find the correct path,
* the right answer, the perfect word
* I would be content.
* And failing this, I imagined if, if I asked for nothing,
* making gilt shrines to my gathered sufferings:
* I would be content.
*
* Lady, Lady Moon, grant me this favor:
* to know
* that contentment
* is not always the highest good.
*
* Tide pull me, stretch me, disturb me,
* give me sweet and sour dreams,
* in your mutable light, change me, change me
*
* Lady, keep me lean, skinsensing,
* my heart far scanning the borderlands -
* burn me clean and empty, Lady Moon.
*
* Let me love best
* your endarkened wildernesses
* this waxing and waning
* this ebbing silver knowing
* this moving point of balance.
By Lauren Raine