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Command the Moon
When you smile in spring's joy-strung morning
As blosoming daffodils do
The breeze tells me to tune a note for life
And with your lips kissing my verses
I ride on the urge to tune the spring
Your feeling's warmth flows out in words
My heart opens a garden where roses open their petal-doors
I become a gardener preparing to cultivate the land of lights
Your kiss-wet words bring wonder-messages
And their sounds rain as diamond-dew in my dreams
Only you can write my time to sing
Your Desire's silk wraps me
And I acquire the spirit
To command the moon
To light up its silver chandelier when you wish to sing
In the intoxicated hour's of love
Let's command the moon
And think of a space where silver shines on our skin
To Read
the Following Poems Follow the Links
The
Inner Phantom
I
Search for the Myth of Life
Like
a Blown Kiss
Rainbow
Lady
East
Grinstead
Epyllion
Circularity
of Our Understanding
Playing
I do with Words
I’m
no Macbeth
The
Straight Line Theory
Keep
Falling Starlike
Slaves
of None
Through
the Window
In
the End
Theory
of Spin
A
House of Clouds in the Sky
The
Bud Dramatics
Sizzling
To
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Command the Moon
When you smile in spring's joy-strung morning
As blooming daffodils do
The breeze tells me to tune a note for life
And with your lips kissing my verses
I ride on the urge to tune the spring
Your feeling's warmth flows out in words
My heart opens a garden where roses open their petal-doors
I become a gardener preparing to cultivate the land of lights
Your kiss-wet words bring wonder-messages
And their sounds rain as diamond-dew in my dreams
Only you can write my time to sing
Your Desire's silk wraps me
And I acquire the spirit
To command the moon
To light up its silver chandelier when you wish to sing
In the intoxicated hour's of love
Let's command the moon
And think of a space where silver shines on our skin
To Read
the Following Poems Follow the Links
The
Inner Phantom
I
Search for the Myth of Life
Like
a Blown Kiss
Rainbow
Lady
East
Grinstead
Epyllion
Circularity
of Our Understanding
Playing
I do with Words
I’m
no Macbeth
The
Straight Line Theory
Keep
Falling Starlike
Slaves
of None
Through
the Window
In
the End
Theory
of Spin
A
House of Clouds in the Sky
The
Bud Dramatics
Sizzling
To
Read More of Munayem Mayenin's Poetry
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