
Love the face of fawn
but to fawn about it
leaves me all alone
in the crowd of lovers
glowing, admiring
wishing, parting.

Love the face of fawn
but to fawn about it
leaves me all alone
in the crowd of lovers
glowing, admiring
wishing, parting.

I once dreamed of dreams
Traveling the cities
with stories from the past
to the present in all spades
by the seas thru the waves;
Now all plucker in the mirage
reflected in the mind windows
as the streams of time flow
letting them go now and never.

The fair lunar goddess
Excellently bright,
Seated on silver Chariot
Carry me away in bliss
And lay me in thy heart
Crystal shining, pearl chaste,
The fair lunar goddess
Excellently bright.

Where she came from
The white wreath of snow
Blossoms where cactuses grow,
Lakes become links of ice;
She shall smile when Boreas
Arrives in the wings of winter
And ushers in the fury of fire.

Don’t say good night,
for you will not see it,
you’d better not say it
it’s better that way
so your spirit won’t
leave for a night’s work
across the starry skies
riding on the moonlit
waves of silence
to the ghosts, it knows
from your pasts
you know not
to inform them
of your secrets
deepest, darkest.
So, you see it
better that way
that you say not
good night
at least for a while
and let not your spirit
tell it all to the ghosts
haunting you even if
you do not want.
What makes you nervous?
I get nervous with people. Many people, a few people, or just one person of no or little acquaintance. Not because I am misanthrope but because I don’t want to make a fool of myself by opening up a conversation that no one may be interested in.
I also become nervous when alone in crowds, making me feel like a visible target for being a loner that no one takes an interest in talking to. It’s not because of low self-esteem that is automatically associated with such a tendency. Instead, it’s a survival instinct not to be seen as vulnerable in public.
Given the above, I am a paradox, half moon, half sun, north-west, south-east, making me neither wholly human nor entirely ethereal. Or I may be a changeling, a human-born, a fairy-bred, which makes me less nervous about who I am or may be.
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