The midnight moon it lingers yet,
Inside of time and space,
Its light a rose, a petal hence,
The stars in its embrace.
Bring me to the farthest point,
Where I shall dance and wander.
Unto the heavens there exploit,
Yet hell be down much farther.
Once of seen, both to dwell,
In neither heaven, nor in hell.
Then in the middle spirits sit,
To wait for will and wit.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: March 11th, 2026 08:06
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Comments1
Near rhyme and rhyme punctuate this poem of flight and fall of desire and vision. Nicely done
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