Midnight Moonlight
In my dreams we're dancing
suspended
and in slow motion
the canopy of oaks and pines filter
midnight moonlight
a spectral blue vision played out
before my waking moments
Clouds dull and cool these recollects
of when we owned the night
dawns' pale rosy rays
cancelling the holograph spinning
just
out of reach
but in my dreams we'll be forever dancing
to a melody all our own
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