Into the night,
up into the bright, glowing face
golden moon ascending
rising from jealous trees
that keep you from me and give
faint stars-remnants of even greater age-
a dim and temporary stage.
I feign surprise, that so many wiser men
have said this too, it is something
in you, a trust, a sensed confidence...
a wish to share that impels thought-laden breath
to bare wit and heart
If only I could keep one petal
of this bright flower near, vagrant
darkness would disappear;
I would finally hear the magic
in sounds of moonlit notes, and fallen
crystal spines of life
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