Bask in the moonlight,
As shadows long
And spirits strong
Breathe wind in the sails of fear.
Bask in the moonlight,
Live in the glass darkly
Hate all that writhes ugly
And long for love to draw near.
Bask in the moonlight,
Night shall give to day
Night mist will go away
And hope will dry every tear.
Bask in the moonlight,
Awaiting the greater sight
Of love unveiled
The love once nailed
To the shadows long
To the spirits strong
'Till His fullness be unveiled...
...Bask in the moonlight.
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These poems posted this month so far are all older ones...mostly from my very early 20's...they show a less mature, more innocent individual... often wracked with good old protestant guilt. Feel free to skip any of these if you are looking through. Most of the newer stuff is much more interesting. I thought I'd post them all here just to keep the collection more or less complete. I have more to add that were never typed up...and I may or may not do so in the future.
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