into lithe music
sank the furious ocean
waves played the lyre
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into lithe music
sank the furious ocean
waves played the lyre
waves played the lyre
as fish churned sun-reflected
odes on foamy crests
odes on foamy crests
shone like my poems on litnet
as bright as a day!
as bright as a day
like this, the sun at its best
to turn leaves olive...
to turn leaves olive
come in the garden with a
little chlorophyll
little chlorophyl
greening leaves that in mornings
emit golden sparks...
emit golden sparks
come, set my heart's stack ablaze
to brighten your nights
to brighten your nights
there's the silver moon, and to
brighten mine- your eyes.
brighten mine- your eyes,
let them come so close to mine
that all distance ends
that all distance ends
between me and the star specks
there i have my home...
there i have my home
where my Cinderella lives
be't heaven or hell !
be't heaven or hell
the old Professor mumbled;
sleepy, I tuned out.
sleepy, I tuned out
hopped in a private wavelength-
musing crib, solo
musing crib, solo.
the swift movements of a hand
wreaking crystal dreams.
wreaking crystal dreams,
singing lullabies of hope,
what else mothers need?