She dresses up in moonbeams
For a feeling that she likes
Wears stardust as her makeup
Shines throughout the night
Saturn's rings hold her hair in place
As she shoots across the sky

The galaxy has not been the same
Since this solar breeze arrived

She comes on like a comet
A nova in disguise
Shear brilliance leaves you baffled
A wonder to the eyes
The girl who dresses up in moonbeams
Leaving trails across the night

i sometimes wonder...

at the rhythm of the rain
the fever just beneath the skin

the shimmer of the morning dew
the feeling i get with you

where are unused teardrops stored
why are the lonely so often ignored

do flowers feel love or pain
when they're cut and given away

i wonder...

why love makes the moon so bright
where the day goes when it's chased by the night

why some people feel the need
to sit and watch their lover bleed

if the world stopped how many would want to get off
if the day is over is it forever lost

would you want to bring it back again
but only the parts that you could win

i wonder...

do babies know they fill a need
a mothers heart gladly receives

how two hearts meld into one
when you find the right one to love

could a fish swim the seven seas
how long must you wait for a bended knee

can all in life that you take to the heart
change the outcome of who you are

i wonder...

why i miss love the way i do
why are thoughts unsaid most often true

why does the heart feel a need for change
when there's the slightest bit of rain

could love be given in return
if that love was never earned

if there was no mercy, love, or grace
what would take its place

a few things that i wonder about
i only wish i could figure out
as i sit and wonder...

How do I know you're a poet
By the very words you sow
From the highest high of all the highs
To the deepest depths below
The way you pour out your heart
In every syllable as they flow
That is how I know you hold to
The poet in your soul

How do I know you're a poet
Because you take the simple facts
That life's ups and downs have thrown your way
By the way you throw them back
The way you upset the apple cart
With the words that you display
How do I know you're a poet
Your soul it does betray

How do I know you're a poet
By the way it is I'm moved
From the first line to the end of time
In the words that you let loose
No need to really ask
How it is I know
Everything I read and see
Points to the poet in your soul

We were strangers when it was we first met
From the far corners of the world
All that we have in common
Is our love for the rhyming word

This is where we find ourselves each day
On this  Poets Corner at any given time
Enlightening each other as it's meant to be
With our mastery of rhyme

Not one better than another
Each unique in our own way
The way it is we use our wit
And what it is we choose to say

When there's joy we all join in the laughter
When there's sorrow we share in the cry
Here on this corner we gather together
Intersecting with each others lives

With our hearts and our souls laid open
For all of the world to see
We are so different yet so much the same
On this corner where friend's and poets all meet

Abracadabra
Was the last word that I said
In hopes that you my dear
Would disappear
from the thoughts inside my head

I so wish it were magic
I so wish it were true
That all of this could really happen
And that I could forget about you

But as it now stands
With nothing up my sleeve
The memory of you
I'm afraid will never leave