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Feb 2011
The way the black sky caresses the moon
It cradles it’s body, so easily swoon

The way the black sky , caresses the moon
A faint shallow fit, is what it projects
It cradles its body, so easily swoon

For love has been lost, like autumn steals June
As though communication had been scalped, like poor dialect
The was the black sky caresses the moon

Oh father, please tell me, is your mind truly *****?
Or does the moons docile appearance simply follow architect?
It cradles its body, so easily swoon

The stars with their twinkle, shimmer and ruin
All for an audience; simply fooling
The way the black sky caresses the moon

Solitude, heartache, or a farewell tune
Either, or both, fall flat with gold flecks
It cradles its body, so easily swoon

And so it’s been said, that the tide may rise noon
For the Earth holds the key to the stars, which reflect
The way the black sky caresses the moon
It cradles its body, so easily swoon
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   --- and Daphne Ryan
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