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The moon reminds

another day

has passed me by

and gone away.

And left some dreams

still lost in time

just waiting for

the perfect rhyme.

And faded pictures

fill my soul

of thoughts rehearsed

that make me whole.

Of melodies

so pure and sweet

restore my heart

to life complete.

Of words expressed

without disguise

to hide the pain

from others eyes.

For here I stand

while all is still

to drain my soul

against my will.

And leave my footprints

buried here

a poet's soul

a lover's tear.

For in my heart

no shadows reel

no one can question

how I feel.

And actions passed

are left behind

forgiving hearts

are not unkind.

And I can speak

in pauper's tone

and dance at heights

where gods have flown.

And still believe

in whom I see

each time the mirror

reflects me.

A poet's cry

is seldom heard

and often draped

in rhyming word.

But, this I whisper

silently

my soul's repressed

soliloquy.