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I gazed upon your face tonight.So gorgeous—all aglow.Full and at your most majestic,What gifts shall you bestowOn me, your humble lover—Writing ‘bout you from afar?I might not know myself, my loveBut I know exactly who you are.
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I walk with the Moon in dreams.At least that’s the way it seems.I walk with the Sun at dawn.That’s the frequency I’m on.I wish the same for all.Summer, Spring or Fall—Winter if you can bear the coldWalk along with Sol.
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Perhaps the girl from IpanemaIs the same one from my dreams.But I think maybe, that’s LunaCommunicating to me.There’s just something inside me thatIs telling me this is true.I know that she speaks to me.Sometimes I hear Her croon. I have written in the past many times about this woman that appears to me in my…
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On a Midsummer NightI found, with delight,That my lady had roseWith a blush on her nose.“My lady,” I prayed,“You look lovely today.Your brilliance is unmatchedIn Poetry or Prose.”She whispered to me,(And it felt like a dream)“Young Poet,Adoring you comes easy to me.You know it takes painTo experience pleasure.I’m proud of your spiritIt only gets better.”
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The ember of a pale moon lights the sky We cuddle close together to stay warm. We’ll sit under the stars until the morn. And gaze up at the sky until we cry. A shooting star appears to light the night We make a furtive wish upon its glow To know a thing it’s not…
Musings of the Mad 