2002 Poetry

Sun under my aqueous eyes,

Moon upon my twilight locus;

Your baritone's a muse, audible

in spite of the space and time

written 11/15/2002

Author's Notes/Comments: 

For Masapoet...Mr. Ernest Bevans, a friend

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:-) thank you:

The place from where the Moon is sent
is somewhere in the Orient
She rises when the Sun Goes down
white horses on the merry-go-round
-- My heart hears the muse and write
like the dawn when it preceeds the night.