MIRRORS OF LIFE
A DREAM SO SAD SO SAD
IN THE FULL OF THE MOON SHE COMES OUT
DANCING,SHE WHIRLS HERSELF ABOUT
CATCHING MY EYE IN THE LIGHT OF HER GAZE
AWAKENING IN ME ANOTHER CRAZE.
THE FIRE PALES AS SHE DANCES AROUND
THE FIRE FROM HER SOUL SCORCHES THE GROUND
BEATS ANYTHING THAT I'VE EVER FOUND
AS HER SIREN'S SONG IS THE ONLY SOUND....
SO, HERE'S TO THE MOON THAT PALES THE STARS
SO, HERE'S TO THE WOMAN WHO HUMBLES MARS
AND HERE'S TO A FAINT AND MERE DELIGHT
THAT A POET CAN FEEL WITH HER AT NIGHT!
COME, COME SWEET BLISS, SOFTLY REMIND
OF YOUR SWEET, SWEET KISS WHEN LOVE WAS BLIND
TRANSPORT ME, LIKE HER, INTO THE AIR
WHERE'S N'ER A WORRY, LET ALONE A CARE....
SO, WHY RAVE I AND CUSS THE HOUR
SINCE DANCING I AND CACTUS FLOWER?
FOR UPON MY DISTURBED AND HARDENED BED
IT WAS MERELY A DREAM, SO SAD, SO SAD!
THEPOETSKISS COPYRIGHT 2002
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