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Moon song


That cold distance light of night caught me by surprise,

stimulus motions and nocturnal clock of the wise.

In wishful dreams and muse as mate,

longing for that illusion in restless hour late.

Staring and sitting all in silence,

seeming caring surveillance.

The queen of night in many stories told,

ever changing potions of love behold.

Gazing the bare to enrich the dark,

shipping the faith of reach in that arc.

To this dream maker the bliss I have sworn,

by desires which are not forlorn.
Through the morning light you have reached,

with blue winds and dewdrops peached.

Teasing my soul with ever rising lights,

filling my love by your compassion in days.

Those shores of dreams and wishes unleashed,

coming closer from that spilling light of beast.
I have sainted you in heights of destiny,

remembrances that I have all here with me.
I am the echo in your serene still song,

since I have been loving you for so long.
Your pale companion with tender face,

purpose full mistress of the living maze.

Natures time keeper where it all begun,

keeping all lovers on the run.

When the light, even not bright are the lover’s lips,                                                                                                                                              conceiving by a luminous eclipse.

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https://robertrittel.blogspot.com Living virtualistic through myself. The road I wanted to follow choose me and I can see the cosmos to know itself. I remember only moments where my actions manifested the belief of my passion, choosing my next universe through what I have learned in this one. My fears got lost in dreams, sensing what needed to be done with no thinking. I believe in fairy tales, especially with dragons and how to tame them. I do not need any strange faith to worship that celestial brilliance. Dismissing everything what insults my soul and faithful in those small things, because it is in them where our strength is.

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