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Mar 2015
We sat, we talked, we sang in rhymes
Then listened to the girl by the lake
All night long she’ll talk and chime
About the man on the moon

He’s tall, he's short or what you may
He's wild and crazy and loves his time
He dreams of kids and sends them sweets
He listens to your stories when
It’s night here but bright on the moon

The innocence of the night
Pure and bright
Filled with bliss,
The wind dost hiss
It was cold that night as the waters’ kiss

The stars were sparse
In a vat of darkness
I stared with a purse
As the face of the moon
In ripples dispersed

We sat in circles as she told the riddles
Whisht! She whispers
The answer’s calling

Blank and void
My mind was young
Her eyes had lit
But my eyes were little

What’s your name?
Her voice was kind
I stared and smiled
With a vacant expression
Wish I knew I rubbed my eyes

Slow and steady the night crept
Darker and serene
The lights reproached
Down my spine a sharp cold went
I knew I've had the collywobbles
But why I thought?
Oh! My blanket’s been moved
I must've kicked it in my sleep

She smiled and hugged me
Kissed my forehead
If you don’t know your name
I’ll just call you mine
I grinned with comfort
For I loved her so
And all I dreamed of
Was the girl by the lake
Deon
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