A sonnet of moonbeam, a moonie for a son. Hey Salkind and Salt, too!
Once young peeple gathered we magicked the world to shape a future out of the Cold
We demand no more curtains No poppets, no straw men, no g-men Mother nature's calling
She cries out daily for her children the moon, her star -the Sun
Earth magic and wishes alone can no longer fill the breach of promises too long forgotten
Let her rip, like a lioness Roaring at the injustice of her first ****
First draft from Peeps Lounge 1994/2014
Do you hear the lioness crying, lan? Someone broke my heart. Another took it and mended it. The rest came and went. One stayed but a way, three on the tree returned, they floundered, faltered, fostered a founder, Sun City subsidy turned her out. Strutting strumpetry of virtual reality for cost plus.