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10/20/09 - (2)
A Lark Ascending
The evening and her breezes belong to me. She invites me to compose passages for her, To accompany our rapturous intimacy.
Eagerly, discreetly, with quiet desire, I oblige, Scoring a romance, note by mellifluous note, As though I were Vaughan Williams,
Even though no blithe birdsongs Lift from the pear trees' leafy, fidgeting limbs, Sublime into passional night.
Suddenly, within my ears' near distance, I hear one lovely creature hovering, fluttering, Just above my pen's bowstrings,
Whispering to me, with its twittering, The most exquisite lyrics I've ever listened to. And in this suspended instant, a lark ascends.
10/20/09 - (2)
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