old mask Moon

old mask Moon
smiling like a jukebox tune
make my world safe for dreams
safe from politicians’ schemes
from atrocious barbs of flaming
from kindergarten cliques of shaming
 
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Frame a sane world to carry happy fantasies
lush and fragrant trees
lust of flowers for bees a’busy buzzing
kickback days for country kissing cousins
homespun lace, grace philosophies,
savant prophecies of peace and fun.
If any light could do it, you’re the One
reflecting, as you do, our fiery Sun
in calm consideration.
old mask Moon
over days of tribulation
we need a tune to dance away
give a chance for play
to wash and heal our wounds.
Smiling captivating tune
hums, caresses into sleep
lighting lazy seas of dreams.
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