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The clock has struck the midnight hour, On the nightstand a note and a flower, The moonlight circles your soft, sleeping face, My fingers reach about your neck to trace. I feel happy—a deep sense of peace— And it seems the vigor of life could never cease. I swear I could live in this moment forever, Savoring eternally this consumption of pleasure. If I were able to stop time’s hands, And the infernal shifting of the sands, To capture this innermost rebirth: It would truly be paradise on Earth. At this moment, my focus is clear. The warmth of your body is so near. You radiate an innocence pure: That you were the one I’m sure. I might not always understand: I fear I’m only son of mortal man. But my heart is softer than my tongue, And deep inside my love grows ever young. |
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Originally published as a collection of songs entitled: Onerous Musicalis (A Collection of Bothersome Musical Soirées). Copyright © 1995 Eric Knickerbocker. All rights reserved. | Next Poem  |
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