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by joseph santacruz Aug 7, 2012 category : Life, society / meaning of life
As diamonds spilled from a jar the stars shimmer...thats why their stars. Like glitter upon black velvet the harder I gaze the further they get. Then all alone on its shelf I spy solo moon all by itself. I wonder if his song is lonely? because he is the one and only. Or is his happiness uncovered to set romantic moods for lovers? No want of candle or electric light concealing moonglow, imaginations night. So many lovers came and went moonlit night is good time spent. It gives me time to puzzle and think tonights lovely moon, my silent shrink. I lift my glass and whisper "cheers!" to faithful moon across the years. Summers eve alone with thoughts past in good company moonshadows cast. Sandmans here moonbeams on my pillow I know for sure there are much, much worse bedfellows. I may sound a bit sad with heart out of tune but Im okay alone with the moon. -Santacruz-