Form: Pentastich
She appears; a vision before my eyes,
This lady knows me, my voice, my name
She knows if my journey is true
And guides me when it’s not
For she is the light of destiny.
She can see through my lipstick smile
And taste the tears I cry
She knows the darkness of my fears
And consoles my heart when I face pain
For she surrounds me with divine love.
As I kneel in her lunar light
I cannot run away,
She holds my heart in her eternal embrace
Yet I am free to fly
And be the best I can be
©JGFarmer2009
A Garret Poet 
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