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Violets-On-The-Sea
Joined: 06 Nov 2005
Posts: 115
Location: England
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Nurturing Night
Nurturing Night
In an old cottage, roofed with thatch,
she dreams beneath the moon.
A long-haired blonde, in ruffled white,
seventeen that June.
And as she dreams, night brings escape,
from scholarly irons, and competitive hate,
for energies stir, through all in that place,
drifting through curtains of lace.
(drifting through curtains,
drifting through curtains,
drifting through curtains, of lace).
Mists are swirling in the marsh,
close by the garden gate.
A black cat steps down an old oak tree,
to the faerie wench who waits.
An owl is hooting, and past the moon,
three bats now hover, a weird triune,
and winds do roam, and rustle the grass,
down to where few footsteps pass.
(down to where few footsteps,
down to where few footsteps,
down to where few footsteps, pass).
A clear call has been made;
subconsciously, responsively;
and from it's grave, glides a shade,
to the maid's bedside, by sympathy swayed ...
Fragments linger, in her mind,
as daybreak tints the fields.
Dressing, weary, sad, alone,
to discipline she yields.
But all that day, she'll know the face,
the quaint-toned voice, and the languid grace,
of one, she thinks, was only a dream,
born upon a moonbeam.
Born, upon a moonbeam.
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Violets-On-The-Sea
Joined: 06 Nov 2005
Posts: 115
Location: England
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Hey thanks
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Wed Aug 16, 2006 9:36 pm |
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