the moonlight fades
o'er these impenetrable glades,
and still I seek you,
not just for now,
or for an hour;
I beseech you, true:
we may be, both,
bound for down,
in a basket,
but I will take that
eternity,
rather than a simple casket;
I am sure, as sure as I can be,
that with you, I can easily
spend an eternity;
and so let the moonlight
spill,
upon your balcony,
it is you, my juliette,
whom I want to see
always with me.
April 2, 2009.
Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.
4/2/09
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