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by the dark of a most fearless moon

the heart of the night trills

day will be coming soon

I feel her necessary approach

and with her anxious rays

of sweet summer sun

she coaxes out

with her usual flair

the timidly warm pale afternoon

and we play at this divine game of life

whittling out for ourselves

a tiny sliver of hope

from the brow of ruin

preoccupation

she calls me in at dusk

dinner then bed time

from now

that's all that truly separates us

until the unsided sunlight

carries the morrow

all too swiftly back into my rare

but readied room

dressing rather hurriedly

I eagerly scamper outside

as quite fearless myself now in

your love am I

skipping breakfast

wrapped so tenderly up in such sensuous

melancholy

for such sweet pea's

his 'I need you in my life , I need you

to stay forever until I die!'

just like those in the Buckley's back alley

won't remain thus so

forever as now

before my besotted eyes

and in such glorious offered bloom

so with my yesterday's permission

still so fresh in my sweetly fragrant

mind

I run without this wounded knee

in my heart

Gladly

to pick every last one up

that you have ever so gently placed

at my bare feet

know that I shall carry them all

the ever more tirelessly with me

as these very blossoms upon my soul's

desk shall stay

so perfectly untouched

in each their finest bloom

quite lovingly

just like a bride

anxiously

meeting at last

the hope filled eyes

of her promised groom

my spirit in turn

shall repeatedly

joyously marry yours

'tis just too bad

that these muddied old sneakers

of mine today

cannot quite so easily pass

themselves off

as newly purchased satin wedding

shoes

yet somehow

in the end

I don't think you shall really mind..........

(Aug. 29, 1999)