Moonlit Offering

In the hush of night, when silence swells,
And moonlight spills in silver wells,
The white rabbit sat by the fire’s side,
Her heart a lantern, open wide.

Not for glory, not for name,
But for love that burns without a claim—
She leapt into the flames, aglow,
To warm a god who walked below.

Devotion isn’t just a vow,
It’s what I feel when I watch her brow
Soft with sleep, or kiss her cheek
In mornings tender, hushed, and meek.

To give without return or debt—
That’s love’s full moon, forever set.
And though I burn in daily strife,
She is the fire that gives me life.

© Susie Stiles-Wolf