She struts as on a silver plate,
The courtyard shot with soft pale light,
She rules the moon as her estate,
And dances here to her delight.
Her dancer’s legs are long and bare,
Her belt of precious metals rolled,
While streaming is her thick long hair
Like tides of unrelenting gold.
She spins and twirls and leaps for joy,
Sometimes her powers can create
A tall and agile smiling boy,
They dance till dawn near this high gate.
Though on this night she cannot call
A man or boy who’s more than smoke,
But sings a soft, sad madrigal
And wears her sadness like a cloak.
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Was I right, or was I right?
WOW!
My HERO!
You are amazing Mike. I'm shaking my head here, in amazement, lol. Can I just say again; WOW!
Okay yes, I'm also agreeing with all the other beautiful ladies below, you've done did it.
I'm spellbound.
Ooh, and the Moon was so pretty last night too. I remember thinking the light was more blue than silver. So very bright it was, an infracted photo shot type feeling. This write brought the light back.
How lovely. Okay, I'll stop.
jin
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Oh, such a lovely poem...a whirling narrative that captivates and entraces. Vivid and beautiful imagery.
, Dannie
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Man you really know how to pull the strings huh. This was so lovely, I could see it, and feel it,a very tender poem Mr E.
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Ahhh, Michael. This is my newest favorite of yours, Scribe...even though the ending lines ached far deeper than I'd like to admit. Such Beauty, such sorrow. Impressive, inspiring, delightful, as always, my Friend.
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Beautifully crafted, a true work of magic; your usual excellent style. I enjoyed this much...
Lady D
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This is awesome Eusebius
you are so very talented
applause
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