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She Walks in the Moonlight. a poem
I have this one on a dusty little page on my site . I thought it deserved the light of day ...so to speak. I think it's a little obsedian gem.
She Walks in the Moonlight c)2003 by author/Penny
I had the chance to know her on a sultry summer night
In the trees some ten years gone
Eyes dark luster shinning like black pearls
Skin like porcelain gleam
Won me over and had me done
She cries and walks in the moonlight
She only walks in the moonlight
Her cold gentle hands touched my face
Whispered sweet and clear
Breathe that stills the time
But it’s a weary nighttime dream
One the sun forgets like the taste of fine red wine
The moonlight stole her color
Silvered hands across my face
Red lips that promise wonders
She and I in this place
I gave and she takes my name
Hers won't be heard in the sunlight
Night must turn the red rose black
She sings her sad story about her dark loves sweet betrayal
Cold tears fall upon my brow
She cries and walks in the moonlight
She walks in the moonlight
I had a chance to know her on a sultry summer night
In these trees some ten years past
Now I have no name in the sunlight
Night must turn the red rose black
I can never go back
She cries and walks in the moonlight
he walks in the moonlight
I cry and walk in the moonlight
I walk in the moonlight
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It took a disease, taking my mobility from me to see further and clearer than when I could take that trip and see nothing. My spirit grows beyond my body. I am new again in this discovery of my internal landscape and its meanings.
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