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Call on the moon
Call me crazy
You beautiful thing
The sky looks hazy
I don’t know what this means
The moon hangs by the stitching of the sky
Cool to the touch
The breeze, waits for my reply
These lazy nights of laughter
Only here, I’m the master
Bring me my dream
Please, I beg of thee
I bow before all the court
“Luna de mort”!
A million,
or trillion, I plea!
Tease me!
Blanket me!
From all of the pain
For tears are empty
My mind holds plenty
Sole survivor
I be
Set sail on my ship
As the words start to slip
Serenity, is the flavor of this sea
Calmness…
Peaceful…
Drifting away
My imagination
And me
outstanding poem
awesome. just awesome.
I didn't get it until the last few lines. I bow to your cleverness. Imagination and fantasy keep us sane- thank you, Steve, for pointing out this basic truth. Many stars for Steve.
Very evocative. Lucious. I like it.