what's that you say moonlight?
dance in the wake of your beams that grace the frost covered lawns of life in my bare feet laughing the laugh of my six year old soul that dreams in comet tails and starlight; skip along the milky way path that graces the heaven of my imagination…being…just be-ing one as you wrap your silvery white glow in and out of my toes and fingertips and caress my mermaid hair all tangled from the day’s play with the wind, with bits of tattered fallen leaves of golden, red and orange creating a halo of hope as my crowning glory…
gladly, my love
gladly, my love
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