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Jun 2014
Chased the moon in late night bliss,
But couldn't count the numerous stars,
Caught the planets swirling madly,
Deep within my prodigious mind.

Grabbed  a rope to lasso the world,
Tied it tightly in my cosmic fashion,
Pulled and pulled until I passed out,
Lying, lingering on the dampened Earth.

Lights of rings round glowing moonlight,
Cool air dancing in tree branches so high,
Call of the wild from a desperate coyote,
Dogs came running to escape demise.

Stretched my arms so protecting to heaven,
Saw the night dance play out it's routine,
Breathed the night air so sweet as a nectar,
Wandered aimlessly till the wee hours arrived.

All the splendor and all the beautiful creation,
Playing slowly like a movie of days gone by,
Heightened sounds like an orchestra playing,
Feel how the night now is laughing aloud.
Written by
Carl Gene Hardwick  65/M/Arizona
(65/M/Arizona)   
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