RUSH Poetics

Language is a miracle and poetry is magic

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Night and Day

I often look into the sky and stare in awe

at how the moon softly kisses the night.

And in return, she cradles the moon in darkness

with little shimmering lights to keep her company.

But sometimes I wonder

if the sun too becomes lonely

without the stars as companions.

So sometimes the moon

will stay out a bit longer to greet the sun when he rises.

Perhaps even celestial bodies know how it is to feel alone.

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Bed of Flowers

Lay me down in a bed of flowers and sing sweet hymns to me. Tell me all of your desires and who you hope to be. Dress me in a gown of silk as white as ivory. Now kiss me once apon my lips so yours forever I will be.

Then forget our past ignore it all, slowly stop loving me. Hold my neck between your hands and stop this beating heart. Allow me now to drift away so at last I may be free - rush poetics