Jane

Upon the night, I ride it's mysterious wings,
dancing in the rythym that flows through it winds.
Then I saw you and fell from my flight ,
unto the earth looking up at you.
The stars, they shown upon my face,
but yet paled to you the moon.
On the ground I kneel as I gaze upon your visage,
reaching up as your distance you keep.
I call with song, strong and of old,
but you fly in circles above my head, too far for my touch.
Your wrap passes across my hand
and I feel your energy tease my wanting eyes.
But cry i do silently as I have no right,
too call you mine.
I am imprisoned on my earth
staring so softly upon her that I cannot have.
My hope, my joy,
My Dear.

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