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As she wondered if all intellect is like tarnished silver

under moonlight

an unimaginative moonlight

on the bay where the waves
swiftly hiss

out of the bubbles
in the swirls of the foam

while visions arise

in her offering

with dreams of a lost lover

crystalline light shatters in play

she wonders, might she be born of the rain?

now, the water falls across her verses

they are falling like tears
stirred by the poems of passing

but was this a mistake

did she completely miss the

meaning of the words?

one feeling that filled her heart

one that grew stronger

and stronger

in her soul

the perceptible, the real, the only truth,

was the view from her eyes

eyes that articulated a temptation of the feelings in her hands

there was perfect ecstasy within her pose

and she wondered if she died right at that moment

would she appear, as poetry or prose