Moonbeams tickle past
ghosts of tears long shed shed long,
push at her sorrow.
Twirl, prance, sing with me!
Of what shall we sing, Dear Moon?
Failure? Paucity?
Sing not yesterdays.
Twirl lavender and sweet grass,
Prance sons' smiles, Heart's Mate.
But, Moon, you forget...
Ssshhh, awaken self now. Sing.
Hum and sway? With me.
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That's beautiful.
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Lovely! And after so long wonderful to read you again!
ReplyDeleteYay! I've been missing you, Sophie!
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wondering about you.
Sophie is in the moonlight
ReplyDeleteShe lives between stars
I would like to be with her
Can't help her from afar
Sophie if you are hearing me
How can I help you
Just let me know what to do
I worry always about you
Since you were a child . . .
Love you,
JH
Thinking of you.
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