Spoke the King:
Goddess, said the King,
how splendid you appear
here tonight - I feel
half completed myself
Just one look at you
confirmed this – the King
caressed the moon’s image
in his mind,
Half complete and half
Incomplete - the Goddess
flickered a half-knowing
glow – a constant energy
Stream beamed back and
forth between the King
and Goddess, uninterrupted
by shadow or light
Goddess, thought the King,
don't you ever get tired
at night? - the Goddess
laughed and laughed and
soon it was day again…
Spoke the Goddess:
Thank you for gossamer
dreams many-coloured –
specifically; for this soft,
pearly-glow, moonlit one –
For the beautiful texture
and ideas mesmerising
and rocking my heart and
mind in such lovely terms;
For creating a space where
I can leave my thoughts
while robot consciousness
gets on with the job –
As I am in a state of heightened
consciousness; seeing my
feelings and feeling the
sights of my eyes;
In the sweet essence of the
vibration of the hypnotizing
spell you have woven –
are still weaving –
creating a new matrix for
space in the multiverse;
your wonderful thoughts
inspire me so much –
I'm drifting about on a cloud...
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