The crescent lane

To be one upon which stars have shone,heedless to either shreiks, or hum,resting by the creek, when,like a sleep the nights become!With lone stars it wanders,this, a vagabond soulbewitched to sway,aloft, along, and then away!Yet,of a buoyant soul,the self remains,gazing at the glittersin a crescent lane!

The Sight or Seeing!

Faint stars upon the seamamong tens is in between;like a thousand does it seem,all alike, a distant gleam.Fair breeze upon the seamfalls asleep upon the creamand the silver when they leanlulled by sea and twinkle dream.If sleep is sightor what is seenthat slowly fade into the seam,what is lulled? the sightor seeing!

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If it takes me quite a whilefreed from fetters by your sideto sway, float,bask and sail’pon yonder fairy tale,If it takes me quite a whileThere Afar to call you home;to lie there: languid, placid soul;and watch the morning hues unfurl.Therein lie my stars around;glitter, glow and gleam abound,and it would take me quite a while,gale,Continue reading “Content”

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