As One Old, Aged Poet Scrolls His Best Verses Written

As One Old, Aged Poet Scrolls His Best Verses Written What of the night creature and its overgrown soul Hiding away in corner of the room laughing blindly Born in a pyramid where no master asks a damn toll Yet the beautiful foreign princess spoke so very kindly And the desert gave its nod and a night-wind fiercely blew Stars floated above in a Heaven so truly smitten With starry-eyed courageous hero that none knew As one old, aged poet scrolls his best verses written Watching the reddish moon swiftly spinning in the night sky This ghastly ole night creature calls out so meekly my name And I sit here on the sandy beach asking myself why Does it think my passing ghostly image is out of frame? Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme ""And the ocean spoke in a loud voice, sail on my waters, my friend"" Oct 21st 1975-- born from a dream that summer