Filtered through Fluff
Moonlight falls, filtered through fluff
like a waltz you wilting catch
through rain's wrath—just a touch,
just a tang, half of a half.
We walk by the river road,
talking tall till giver God
leaves to light the spinning globe.
We grieve that the night is robbed
by the Cross of Christ alone.
Laws of love stretch to have room
righteous and romantic rain.
Bright dances and moans the moon.
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