George Bailey

Were I to spy that lofty speckled eye
And chase its backlit lunar glow
Till dawn’s chariot drew quickly nigh
And bathed in light the earth below
Would that I caught a beam of white
Before it fled with fading night
That I might seal my pledge of love
With a sliver of the moon above.

(photocredit)

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