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Silver
At 1:03 a.m. on 2001-11-24


A poem I wrote on a lark, waiting for my Mom to pick me up back in High School. I love the moon. :)

The moon's rays reflect

The gift of night

The serene peace

That hides owls' flight

This comfort-giving

Expanse of black

That gives the gift which

Sun's rays do lack

The whippoorwill which cries its song

Knows of this splendor before the dawn

This beautiful relic of the dance Which gives us peaceful slumber's chance

To escape in a world where few care to go

Through the rays of silver, & moonglow.

Before ________&________After

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Jaded Poet, Lonely in Company
. . . and a pen rests by the chalice, pull up a chair by this, the fire, drink long, the ink and wine are able, the script leaps from hand, into the pyre,
. . . yes, the bottle is half full, pull the cork and pour another, hide your eyes deep in the swallow, and we'll burn this script together,
. . . damn the feather, pour the ink, and let the ruin stain those lips, I beg and hope to share this hour, but those hands of yours, will never leave your hips.
By Jarday




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