Another Mindy Ode.....
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|Thu, 03-27-2003 - 10:02pm|
morning softly turns my head,eyes,opening
i look to see,moonbeams draped upon my bed.
gently nudging me,i rise,to open up my blind.
there in all its glory dressed, in golden glow
of suns best,is the moon.i stand in awe of this
god of nite,solitare in my delite,no one to share
this beauty,but me and the shadows creeping
thru the early lite.i turn to leave but linger
there,mesmerized by what i see. a fading moon and
me.fading slowly into the west,as if the earth so
hungry does digress.a few stars waiting for their
god to reappear.but alas its gone to shed its glow
to others who lie in wait for a moonbeam show.