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Sing me a song of the sound of starlight
casting a spell on this warm summer night.
Sing me the song of the night birds that fly
reflecting the light of the stars in their eyes.

Sing me a song of thee, sweet summer air,
bearing the promise of love like a prayer.
Sing me the song that the nightingale sings,
this song from the heavens that gives my heart wings.

The lake catches moonlight on each tiny wave,
starlight and moonlight sparkle and play
When the breeze pauses its breath you can see
caught in the stillness: eternity.

Waving your leaves oh my friends you tall trees
sing in the chorus of love here with me
Chorus of wonder, of joy and delight,
we worship our Maker all through the night.
This is a song from the '80's that has been in process for about 40 years.  
Forgive, please, the absence of angst.
My dear, you had me long ago,
sly wanton that you are,
your words awoke my lover's heart:
cut deep, yet left no scar.
for Marsha Singh, poet extraordinaire
In the murky swamp that is my heart
each frog and crocodile
feels like a prince who's just been crowned
when you blow a kiss, and smile
Recovered from a response to a Marsha Singh masterpiece.
Regrets never
take a day off
so make amends
I will teach you to
fly with your dreams
by soaring in mine
Don't think I'm a creep
I'm just more like you
than you dare to admit
You were my best
one. Then why
wasn't I yours?
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