Over 16,538,016 people are on fubar.
What are you waiting for?
The harmonica was being softly played
Its melancholy notes, wooed, into the night
The sky, exceptionally black, as stars swayed
Against the delicate, and pastel, moonlight.
The desert sky seemed to suspend
From some invisible hinges...
Truly, it hung low, and there was no end
To its lacey hem, and cloudlike fringes..
Just as the notes ended too soon
Then, lingered, in mid-air
I saw your shadow cross the moon
And so...I lingered, there.
Your beauty has fascinated me
Allured me, from deep in space
While your voice has captivatingly
Reached down, to caress, my face...
Now, the guitars have faintly arisen
Carved hands' skillful spans, and strings are blended
A sigh escapes me...light, from a prism
In the night, when my heart, is suspended.
