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Moon Notes Rising
07/15/03
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My song found
gently awakening you
into Love's fire...
moon of my soul
singing silky dreams.
The resonant notes of fate
resounding again and again.
My delight...the sound
of your laughter, the beat
of your heart in tune
with the beat of my own.
At night, thoughts
of your naked desire
clothe me in the rich
raiment of our high destiny.
The delicious bell-tones
ringing out the completeness,
the wholeness of the Moon
rising in our souls. Love's
fire consuming our bodies
with the full hour
of sensation's wandering.
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Devil In Your Moonlight
07/25/03
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There is a devil in your moonlight
whispering his ways of passion
that only few will ever know.
Hear his laughter steal away your soul...
imp that hides in your heart's misty, moors.
He rises on the face of the Moon
waving out his beams of light,
causing them to rain upon your heart.
Can't you hear his laughter in the mists
of a sultry, Moon-filled night?
Can't you hear those notes of love
rising out of his sterling stars?
Listen for the Moon devil
who lives inside your moonlight,
who beckons you to dance upon
his waves of tantalizing desire
which have crested in the regions
of the soul, have splashed against
the piles of mischief erected
on the sea of your Moon-beamed soul.
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Shadow Moon Dreams
08/02/03
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Soft, the Moon comes
breath of light
breathing on the heart
of my yearning.
The shadowy silhouettes
of blue stars
linger yet in my dreams.
Moon of delight
speaking my name
to the heart of one
who dreams in
silhouette like me.
Shadows caressing the day
of my moonlit passage.
My heart singing out,
Are you the forecasted one?
Are you the moonglow
that will shine within my soul?
Soft, the Moon comes
holding its breath
at the sight of new love
unfolding, at the radiance
of Love's light stepping out of
the shadow dreams of my night.
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The Magic In Your Music
08/15/03 |
I hear the tempo
of your upbeat music,
the swing and sway of skirts,
as you tickle the ivories
and illicit such incredible
beauty, such exquisite melodies.
My feet tapping out the rhythm
of many drums, the passion
of a thousand violins. And, you sing.
Unaware of the miracle unfolding
within my heart...that moment
when the music becomes the pure magic
of the night stars and the moonbeams
dancing upon the wavering heartbeat
of a sultry and seductive Moon.
I am "The Lady In Red,"
as your words conjure up
images of a red dress, a red sway.
My partner and I step up to the vision
of past dancers...a Fred Astaire
and Ginger Rogers of the past
dancing across the ceiling,
over the floor of a grand ballroom.
We can be anything. We can sing
like Bette Middler or Frank Sinatra
in this moonlit moment of two.
You keep on singing and playing
the piano...still unaware of the magic
that your voice and your hands are making
in this night of rhythmic seduction.
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Tibetan Eyes
08/25/03 |
Almond eyes, brown like the earth,
wellsprings of a childlike soul.
Your small, hand reaching up
to hold mine, your fingers
interlocking with my own.
Your Tibetan eyes
the windows to your soul,
deep, dark, eyes that speak
of joy and misery intermingled.
I am a curiosity to you
as you are a curiosity to me.
Your eyes sparkle when I smile; then
you smile back at me with a toothy grin.
We don't speak the same language.
We don't live the same lives;
yet your hand in mine
is the bond that brings us closer
to the eternity I feel
in the depths of your Tibetan eyes.
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Dream Safari
09/05/03
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"A Safari," he said,
"Not with elephants, savage
lions, stiff-necked giraffes;
but with the mind, with
the eyes of a dreamer."
In the background,
the sound of a Macaw
trilling out wonder
at the passage of another
idea. Trailing after
earth-tones, zebra-striped
pillows, sheep-skin slip covers
accenting the spirit of Safari,
the warmth of the thought.
"See what can be,"
he whispered, "Not what is."
And then, I heard the lions
roaring, the giraffes munching
on the succulent leaves
of an Acacia tree, the elephants
stomping out a rhythmic declaration,
an invitation to join in the Safari.
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In Rainbow's Embrace
09/21/03
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We step into the Rainbow's embrace
Feeling the vaporous colors swirl
About our hearts, about our souls.
We are promised a brand new day
To allow the love within us to grow.
The Rainbow embraces us tenderly,
Holds us together with color.
Raindrops have cleared away
And we no longer linger
In the shadows of the Moon.
We dance to the colors of love
Swept up in the embrace of moments,
In the bright wonder of newness.
We are caught in the Rainbow's embrace
Held tightly to the breast of the night,
To the cozy shawl of the daylight.
The plains of desire sweeping past
On the excellent wings of an Eagle.
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The Moon's Heart
10/07/03 |
Looking up to the soft Moon,
a pale light filters
through her soul.
"It is I," she declares, "I am
the Moon, the Sun, and the Stars.
I am the heart of Nature."
Black hair streaming
in raven-wonder down her back,
cascading into moon-beamed
silkiness. It is the night
of the Moon's harvest
when all things become full,
become ripened. She cries out
her pleasure at the awakening
dusk, the fast-moving dawn
of fertility. She is a stalk
of corn growing tall and green
with a full ear, a maize cob.
And, the soft Moon
moans in anticipation
as she reaches up to receive
the emerging life, the filtered
light...of the Moon's heart.
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Baying At The Moon
10/21/03
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Dreams carried aloft, wings gliding
And, a wolf is baying at
the luminous face of a Full Moon.
A wolf-woman listens
to the haunting strains
of a wolf's wanting. Her spirit
running on all fours...howling
painful aloneness, utter desolation.
A wolf-woman with yellow eyes
searching the dream-world for her mate.
Her wolf's soul hungry, eager
to be satisfied with a lusty, love.
Roaming the wilds of abandon.
Alert. Picking up the slightest
sound. Deep within...finding
comfort in the shelter
of her den. Waiting
impatiently for that time
when she would lay next to
her soul-mate, the provider of all
her most secret passions and desires.
Dreams carried aloft, wings gliding.
And, a wolf-woman is baying at
the weeping face of a Full Moon.
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Always Nocturnal
11/02/03 |
Nocturnal, my dear,
always nocturnal...
These thoughts in twilight
dare to roam the fields of midnight new
searching for those moments
in the night of our rapt tenderness
when we hold in all the love
and breathe it into our memories.
The night...our one rose of peace.
The sweet essence of its beauty
flowing into our days.
As we grow hour by hour
closer to our eternity,
to the embrace of angels' wings.
We reach for each other
in the cocoon of tangled sheets
viewing each other with the eyes
of knowing, with the vision
of our fragility. Remembering
that love goes on and on. Even though
we might be in a lasting sleep,
our spirits soar; then make the leap.
And so it's true...
we are nocturnal, my dear,
always nocturnal.
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