Beneath the stars at night
My children tell many a tale
Will you listen and not laugh
While they tell stories of much delight
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The winds up high in the heavens above mix on till the times of never is forever
These words do flow on like a fountain mingling off to the rivers as so the oceans,
Forever till all these endless hearts are all filled up as in the consuming of flatterers of ever
As one is heavenly touched with a supercharged energy of deep emotion;
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A Glitter of A Moment
There was a silence of a moment so serene and soothing
A person wouldn't know if what he was nearing and losing
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Absence of Flowers
This afternoon it's snowing and they're no flowers
The silence of the glistening white of snowflakes
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An Element of Class
Can you not read my persona of loyalty, trust and love may attract?
As by and in some cases planets passions may for a while does distract,
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Life Can Have a Divine Power
People change a great amount through the years
Our lives have drifted apart in different directions
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I have tossed for many long and endless hours upon the tides of fever
Upon the many billows to which my rich blood had ever ridden
Where much plentiful fancy fish stream down a non-ending river
Neither ocean or sea spawns along from India or Sweden
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Cantankerous old fool said I to you
Dear have you not seen my false teeth near Lou
Lou couldn’t swallow
He couldn’t follow
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As Life Goes By
I’ve wondered as life goes by
Initially how you can perceive
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Battle at Willow Tree
Fair ye young lad standing by an old willow tree
Can you relinquish your arms on bended knee?
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Live in central Alberta, grew up around Edmonton in the suburbs area)
Beneath The Stars At Night
Beneath the stars at night
My children tell many a tale
Will you listen and not laugh
While they tell stories of much delight
Mom and dad are not so frail
Can the children laugh and laugh
To the many sounds of the nights so right.
Beneath the stars at night, at night
I hear my children’s laughter, laughter
They are telling whimsical stories
Of gothic, fantasy, oh what does it matter?
I just love to hear them talk
For if they were quiet my heart would quiver.
Beneath the stars at night, at night
This I feel is the best of times, of times
My love for my children is quite a delight, delight
They keep my spirits a glowing feeling
Of purest whimsical wind chimes.
Written: June 16,2014
Melody Thomas