Just so, gold citrine burns the sky,
o'er paling lures and gentle sighs.
Sweet one stargazing 'neath the trees,
hast thou a dalliance for me?
Until we meet, withhold goodbyes.
Awake not for a subtle cry;
dream on, for verity belies.
Arouse the king, and what may be?
Myth mine or yours? I quail to see.
Endless query, so soft nearby,
some answer's found in lullabies.
Until we meet, I think of thee;
my slumb'ring lord, obey my plea!
Your cognizance comes by the by.m
Myth mine or yours? I quail to see.
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Poems for Peculiar Children
PoetryThis is a second anthology of my more whimsical and curious poems. They aren't so much for children, though anyone can read them!
