& nbsp; Here, above,
cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight.
The whole shadow of Man is only as big as his hat.
It lies at his feet like a circle for a doll to stand on,
and he makes an inverted pin, the point magnetized to the moon.
He does not see the moon; he observes only her vast properties,
feeling the queer light on his hands, neither warm nor cold,
of a temperature impossible to records in thermometers.
&nbs p; But when the Man-Moth
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At the base of the great Gateway Arch
Where the mighty Mississippi goes by,
I was thinking of the days of Lewis and Clark,
As my eyes traveled up to the sky, And I asked the arch, way up above,
Why these men left all their comforts of home.
Were they destined to perform a labor of love?
Or, like me, did they just itch to roam. Gateway Arch. St. Louis Arch.
I wish you could bring their answers to me. My eyes came back down to the scene
Where the Mississippi flows on its march.
I tucked my weary hands in faded blue jean,
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I watched them once, at dusk, on television, run,
in our motel room half-way through
Nebraska, quick, glittering, past beauty, past
the importance of beauty.,
archaic,
not even hungry, not even endangered, driving deeper and deeper
into less. They leapt up falls, ladders,
and rock, tearing and leaping, a gold river,
and a blue river traveling
in opposite directions.
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What matters if in the golden years,
You reminisce with laughter and tears.
For bravely you traveled the winding road,
And now you pause to rest your load.
The victory is sweet, life's longtime race,
Deep joy is written in your eternal gaze,
Contentment glowing like a candle at night,
Shatters the darkness and spreads the light.
Life is a journey
and the road can be rough
the valleys hazardous
and the mountains you climb, tough. Your burdens will be heavy
the stress hard to bear.
Tears will flow in the midnight hour
no one will be willing to share. Oh as you travel
set your standards high
For you must always give your best
this must not be denied. But while on your quest
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how could we know
we’d get on so
that morning in Vienna
a cocktail bar
and shining stars
we shared a cab
now here we are
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We're now in the year 6555, and I am feeling happy and so alive,
Above, sunshine pours like honey, as along the oceanside I drive.
Wind whips my hair around, beneath skies a deep sparkling blue,
Like the confusion all around, when colorful swarms pass through.
Amidst the glorious scenery, sea planes touch down and take off,
Like those beautiful scenes created, when sun and moon faceoff!
Scarlet, plum and saffron blooms, dance up and down this coast,
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Here’s a few for the road,
A road taken before,
With destination unknown.
Divergence from breaths of milk bottle comfort,
The journey is shared,
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I enjoyed traveling greatly, and I had been countless places,
Like lovely fireflies of twilight, on their mellow moonlit races.
On my time away from work, I often went someplace exotic,
Like astronauts out in space, viewing galaxies from a rocket.
Frequently I boarded a plane, for a viable weekend getaway,
Like stars always in motion, upon heaven's dazzling highway!
I had made numerous friends, even some in remote regions,
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I got a rocking horse for my birthday;
And my new horse is magic and special!
When we're alone, it rocks me far away;
But my colt is very gentle and careful.
My magic horse, flies me to fun places.
One night, it rocked me off to the moon!
We've seen the world and so many faces,
And we'll both be traveling again soon.
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