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| MAGIC MOON DUST PERHAPS Frequently I am startled to find myself awake Fumbling in the darkness To escape the ghosts Tripping merrily in my room I rise up from the bed My pink nightgowns soft hem dusting The Seventeen creaking stairs As I make my way down them This scene is so familiar The soft moon glow Gleaming white and cool Outlining the curtains Illuminating my children Twisted in their innocent dreams Hair awry and the sweetness of their lashes Against their apple red baby cheeks The incessant drone of the attic fan Reminds me of the crickets And then I think It was sucking up great big gulps Through the open windows As if starving for a breath of freshness Then spilling it out to settle wherever And I wondered if that was the problem All that fine lightness in the house And me breathing it in Filling up my lungs with the moon rays powdery talc Magical dust that was trying to transport me Into the evening sky I could almost feel my feet lift off For the tiniest moment... in flight by Sheryl McCurdy |
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| WHERE CAN IT BE? Pleasing tonight with Vegas lights aglow candles lit for pleasures untold and wine uncorked breathing the night air slipping into reverie rocking alone and thoughts tossing as a boat in storm riddled seas catching the waves and riding them out wind whistling haunting melodies Love...listen to songs of the midnight hear the singing be one with me as together we listen and wonder and long for anything that can BE something MUST matter something CAN make a difference if only the wind would blow and sing in the trees and the melody would just be for you and me... strain so hard to hear perspiration wets the brow for that one....sweetness that some...thing special where? where? despair can make the head hang so low touching the earth and bending down a sapling willow whisps can satisfy only temporary longings hefty must the REAL fullfullment be for the lasting for you and for me yearning for eternity by Sheryl McCurdy |
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| MIDI: IN THE AIR TONIGHT |
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