The moonlight is dead to-night,
But everything will be all right.
Those stars have owned the skies,
Like crystal dots that tell no lies.
If I could look you in the eyes,
And I was not so very shy,
I would show you where to lie.
With your head in my lap,
As you took the starry nap,
That moment would be complete,
A thousand nights could not compete,
You’re so close but so far away,
So resistant to my sway,
Or anything that I might say.
It’s clear you’re out of my reach,
An unscratchable itch,
A star in such a distant world.
A scented flower in the wild,
As perplexing as a rose bush,
Just as pretty as you’re harsh.
That’s why I live in a dream,
Where the light is never dim,
I sip water from a stream.
But even there you’re still the same,
The slightest bit you fold your seam,
In the stream you dip your heel.
Imagine how that makes me feel,
When I wake from my sleep,
Knowing where I sip is where you dip,
Has there been such a gorgeous phantom?
A wondrous dream beyond my fathom,
One I would not soon forget,
I doubt that you can relate,
The moonlight is not dead yet.
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Rhymes AND Nonsense
PoetryLife is a mountain, it's a fountain, it is a sea. Though we can't live it to the fullest, it goes on after we're gone, it goes on forever more. Life never ends.
