Sunday, January 9, 2011

The Three Phases of a Real Moon

I AM REAL...
As real as the fluttering
Wings of a butterfly,
And at night, when
The Moon is bright
And clear, you can see me, my dear.

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I AM REAL...
As real as the song in your heart,
I am real,
As real as the blood that
Spills from your cut,
I am the wine,
I am the honey,
The sugar in your soul,
The perfect icing
Of your favourite party cake,
I am unique and I have no peer,
And at night, when
The Moon is hidden,
You can still feel me, my dear.


I AM REAL...
I am the breath of you lover,
I am your birth and your death,
I am unique and I have no fear,
And at night, when
The Moon is crescent and silent,
You can still hear me, my dear.

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