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Have you not seen the keeper of my dreams?
The moon of wishes combs her chestnut hair,
And bounding from the brightest of its beams,
She casts her net of stardust through the air ...
(To weave our thoughts, meandering, with care).
Have you not known the magic of her haunts,
A misty realm where longings can come true?
Like spindrift through the ocean of her jaunts,
You'll float her waking shores on midnight blue,
(Come morn, the sweetened ache of her adieu).
~ 1st Place ~ in the "English Quintain" Poetry Contest, Janice Canerdy, Judge & Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2019