The moon and the stars sing a symphony softly

That distantly echoes the song in my heart.

The nightingales soon sing along with the tune -

We’ll remember their music when we are apart.

For a moment they hush and the silence is lush -

It mirrors the blackness and stealth of the night.

The moonlight is streaming, and we are but dreaming -

A beautiful dream in a tentative light.

‘Til a shrill morning lark starts to sing and we hark -

We know that our dreaming must come to a close,

For the night’s beauty dies, and the dreams are but lies,

And this joy has an end, and so life always goes.

When the dream is behind us, there’s nothing to bind us -

To melodies once made a harmony fair,

But now they play lonely a memory only

Of dreamers and lovers and what they can share.

But perhaps on some eve, if we can but believe,

Then we’ll meet again in the midsummer air -

We’ll travel afar to some distant bright star,

And we’ll find our joy and our happiness there.

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Dear Moose...

Your poetry sucks. You should stop writing.

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