Solstice Call - Cecilia Tonna

Early morning darkness beckons.
Wrapped in robe and last-quarter moonlight,
I stand, pulled by a cold simplicity toward
the threshold of myself -
edge of starlight,
edge of stable -
where resounds the ancient Gloria.

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