sunshine golden warm
blossoms glisten morning dew
moonlight on dreamers
comfort rainbow sky
the premiere green of the spring
lovely fall farewells
beauty in my eyes
a balmy breeze in the shade
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Flowers in pale moonlight, a pop of color,
Flowers of warm midnight, moonbeam lovers.
Fragrance in the dark, wanders the shadows,
To drift into glistening dreamer's windows.
Lavishly hued, in nature's extravagant way,
Like myriad colorful joys, crowding the day.
Now ebony nighttime's so beautifully abloom,
And red robin sings under the stars of June!
Moonlight on magnolias, cream on cream
in the breathless hours of raven midnight.
So caught up in fragrant, dreamy delight
in beauty fraught, satin, platinum beams.
Darkness can be so much more than it seems
bringing beauteous, hidden truths to light,
Moonlight on magnolias.
In dusky shadows, fantasies take flight
in the hours of springtime's deep green regime.
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Barefoot in luxuriant grass, luscious, pearl moonlight falling down,
In the golden season of sensual thrills, in the hours without sound,
Underneath the tempting tangerine tree, eating of its fragrant fruit,
With the stars dancing to tomorrow, by enigmatic, invisible routes.
Barefoot in peaceful dreamland, caressed softly by romantic moon,
When the ebony world lies in waiting, for the yellow canary's tune,
Barefoot in tangy tangerines, in the warm, soft, wandering breezes,
In the darkest hours of sleepless night, when it seems time ceases.
purple lotus blooms, on a glassy, silver lake ~ gold sun, lustrous moon
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The Effects of Memory
by Michael R. Burch
A black ringlet curls to lie
at the nape of her neck,
glistening with sweat
in the evaporate moonlight ...
This is what I remember
now that I cannot forget.
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Fallow moonlight, under trees
Darkling sun the animals see
Gloom-grey ruins, the fled day glows:
Nothing's bright where nothing grows.
Fallow moonlight, what comes forth
In the darkness' questioned worth?
Shapes around, not fit for day,
Nightmares bound: just let them be.
Backdoor wide open
A cream moon is coming in
Softly, like a dream.
Beyond red sun, pearly rays
in a lazy, lilac night.
Howling wind whimsy
'midst the fantasy flowers
in plum, pink and green.
Silver moon, always welcome
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Barefoot in luxuriant grass, luscious, pearl moonlight falling down,
In the golden season of sensual thrills, in the hours without sound,
Underneath the tempting tangerine tree, eating of its fragrant fruit,
With the stars dancing to tomorrow, by enigmatic, invisible routes.
Barefoot in peaceful dreamland, caressed softly by romantic moon,
When the ebony world lies in waiting, for the yellow canary's tune,
Barefoot in tangy tangerines, in the warm, soft, wandering breezes,
In the darkest hours of sleepless night, when it seems time ceases.
I always wondered as a kid...
About the man on the moon...
If I used a...
Really
Really
Really
Really
Really tall ladder...
Would I get to meet him soon?
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