Scented Moonbeams

In the quiet hours before the light

In the mystic call of the seas

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Beyond Reach

As a soft breeze on a tender leaf

You scrape my heart across the seas

As a fresh dew on my delicate grief

You leave me with momentary peace

As a caress of petals on the moon

You touch my dreamy eye

A gentle song in my nerve to croon

On a bed of sponge to fly