01-16-2016, 12:57 AM
Loosing the rhymes
Shy Lady Moon, she doesn't show
all of her face at once, you know?
She turns around in gentle pace,
each night reveals more of her face
until you see her, full and bright,
to silver day she turns the night
For her we dance, to her we pray
and then she slowly turns away.
2)
Watching her indulging play,
she'll turn towards you and away,
a rhythmic dance, celestian style.
So? She turns around once in a while.
This rhythm serves to be a shelf
and stimulus for time itself.
The turning round, the to and fro,
you box up time, it makes it go.
And while you watch she picks up pace,
she leaves you blind - you see her face
and smile, and leg and bossoms veil,
a baby´s birth, a fingernail.
A thrillig show, a dance of night,
Exit to left, entry from right.
And drawn by her Gravity
you might find you are the sea.
Shy Lady Moon
doesn't show
all her face at once.
She spins around slowly
each night revealing another
image her body's light form shapes
in her spectators´ indulging imaginations.
Until they see her full, pregnant,
giving birth to a new month,
illuminating the night
like silver day.
Then leaving.
Gently withdrawing
her glow she turns left.
imperceptibly picking up pace
while they watch; leaving them blind
at the dark base of her rhythmic dance.
Stepping in again from the right
her celestian body's gravity
pulls them towards her,
into her arms,
like oceans.
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1)Shy Lady Moon, she doesn't show
all of her face at once, you know?
She turns around in gentle pace,
each night reveals more of her face
until you see her, full and bright,
to silver day she turns the night
For her we dance, to her we pray
and then she slowly turns away.
2)
Watching her indulging play,
she'll turn towards you and away,
a rhythmic dance, celestian style.
So? She turns around once in a while.
This rhythm serves to be a shelf
and stimulus for time itself.
The turning round, the to and fro,
you box up time, it makes it go.
And while you watch she picks up pace,
she leaves you blind - you see her face
and smile, and leg and bossoms veil,
a baby´s birth, a fingernail.
A thrillig show, a dance of night,
Exit to left, entry from right.
And drawn by her Gravity
you might find you are the sea.