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O, Sickle Moon
from Otto Bierbaum, "Im stille Nacht"
Star-beams, infinite and cool,
reach me....in my isolation,
take me....from my desolation,
teach me....through my inspiration,
make me....by your imposition,
and sweep my night-dreams, O Sickle Moon, and CUT!
Cut deep those bright beams in silent prune;
and yet,
cool, infinite star-beams can NOT be CUT!
Always they shall keep, hard-intetwined,
HER heart, Her love, with these dreams of mine!
What an unexpected treasure! Of course, the one place and time that dreams are wrought is upon your bed at night. Many are the nights when the sickle moon gave me a slice of hope for a pillow. Very good work, Mr. Patton.
It's those full moons we have to watch out for. They're magical.
Jessica
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