John Lars Zwerenz (1-5-69 / Kew Gardens, New York, USA)
I Ventured Out Beneath The Moon...
I ventured out beneath the moon, full, white and round...
I ventured out beneath the moon, full, white and round.
My boots broke the sheets of snow as I walked with the muse, my guide.
I approached the ocean and its starry, azure tide.
The breeze blew through my mind, yet I heard not a sound.
Then an angel arose, like a Siren on the waves.
Like a beautiful Phoenix, it came to me,
To take my soul beyond the skies, beyond the wild sea,
To eternal vistas, to shimmering, diamond enclaves.
I ascended to a rushing stream,
Beyond the realm of time, beyond a dream.
There I was welcomed by a gilded ball.
My love stood in a vestibule, and I heard the voice of God.
I had passed beyond the prison of earth, and though it might seem odd,
I found myself at home, loved by one and all.
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