moon full
golden glow
autumn nights
we would
drive without
lights half-
blind on
a schist
road snaking
up the
mountain
riding on
hope through
night light
streaming between
parted leaves
casting shadow
patches before
our eyes
probing darkness
paving the
way for
wonder to
work in
endless array
opening before
us toward
an end
where the
moon would
be close
enough to
touch through
mist hovering
in new
love high
atop Mt. Riga
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