moonlight in motion
upon black waves of the sea
the wandering moon
purple lotus blooms, on a glassy, silver lake ~ gold sun, lustrous moon
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sunshine golden warm
blossoms glisten morning dew
moonlight on dreamers
comfort rainbow sky
the premiere green of the spring
lovely fall farewells
beauty in my eyes
a balmy breeze in the shade
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I always wondered as a kid...
About the man on the moon...
If I used a...
Really
Really
Really
Really
Really tall ladder...
Would I get to meet him soon?
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Reeds and rushes by the opaque lagoon,
Flutter and frolic with a graceful ease,
As ducks glide softly by a midnight June,
And nature whirls to a warm summer breeze.
In palest moonlight nightingale now sings,
A rhapsody drifting with the night wind,
And butterflies sleep with pretty closed wings,
As the silent trees toss wildly and bend.
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Barefoot in luxuriant grass, luscious, pearl moonlight falling down,
In the golden season of sensual thrills, in the hours without sound,
Underneath the tempting tangerine tree, eating of its fragrant fruit,
With the stars dancing to tomorrow, by enigmatic, invisible routes.
Barefoot in peaceful dreamland, caressed softly by romantic moon,
When the ebony world lies in waiting, for the yellow canary's tune,
Barefoot in tangy tangerines, in the warm, soft, wandering breezes,
In the darkest hours of sleepless night, when it seems time ceases.
I always wondered as a kid...
About the man on the moon...
If I used a...
Really
Really
Really
Really
Really tall ladder...
Would I get to meet him soon?
......
Moonlight on magnolias, cream on cream
in the breathless hours of raven midnight.
So caught up in fragrant, dreamy delight
in beauty fraught, satin, platinum beams.
Darkness can be so much more than it seems
bringing beauteous, hidden truths to light,
Moonlight on magnolias.
In dusky shadows, fantasies take flight
in the hours of springtime's deep green regime.
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purple lotus blooms, on a glassy, silver lake ~ gold sun, lustrous moon
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I was an active, vibrant, happy person, and I was captivated by the moon,
In the way that summer lovers, are ofttimes charmed by romantic tunes.
Since early childhood, I had been enamored, of that limpid, pearly globe,
Which brought pure magic to a quiet nighttime, of silvery darkness probes.
I would lie bathed in radiance at night, and wonder what it was like there,
Like myriad soap bubbles are rising up, and then bursting colorfully midair!
I never outgrew the pleasant habit, of gazing to midnight, and wondering,
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