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In the Pail of the Moon’s Light

Beneath the pail of a full moon night
He the God who rules the blues light
There the passions of lovers grow
This the place I long to go

A soothing shimmer as candle light
Dances across our bodies this night
Arousing the hunger of heart to reveal
The want we hold to touch and feel

If I could have but one mid-night dream
I’d lay us down by quite stream
Holding close as I draw you near
To whisper softly I love you in your ear

And there beneath the light of the moon
We’d find each other with in our bloom
As the light sparkles on the glass of sweat
In the heat of your love I’d never regret

Thomas N Kirkpatrick

2001

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