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I Walked Into the Night…

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I walked into the night and saw the moon,
It was round today. Completely round.
From somewhere, appeared a mournful tune:
Telling me that saddened loss has been found.

Its light permeated the starless sky:
It seemed a monolith … and seemed alone …
Its size could not its loneliness belie,
And its light, sprinkling, meted out its moan.

It had blemishes, as is Beauty’s wont,
Each had a story of its own to tell;
Eternal past came before each to taunt
About a lost future and present hell.

And what did its face, turned to the world, see?
A bed of hope in oceans of mem’ry.

There Was a Flower…

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There was a flower in a scented garden,
It gleamed as it lay hanging from a tree,
It waved in the breeze with perfume laden,
And beckoned, softly, nodding toward me.
I reached out my hand, but just fingertip
Brushed it fleetingly, and, oh, its softness
Was much like the kiss of an infant lip,
While its one-eyed stare was all loneliness.
I waited for him to come and help me,
Waited for him to lend a stronger hand,
Waited for him to set the blossom free,
And I waited for him to understand.
But my wait stretched to an eternity,
And the flower died in its wait for me.

The Wind and the Rain.

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The rain outside tinkles, tinkles,
On wet, sweet-smelling ground:
Each drop laughing as it falls,
Dispelling happiness all around.

The wind billows my curtains high
And caresses my face;
Says a soft and dewy “hi”,
Then moves back to put the curtains in place.

The night rests on its darkened hours –
It listens to the rain;
The moon and stars are hidden;
But they, too, listen and do not complain.

Everything else is quiet.
No other breath of sound . . .
Just the gay laugh of the rain
And the mischievous wind blowing around.