tá mo chroi istigh ionat

in the moon you wander

your wings of silver silk

starlight plays on ginkos

like rustling marbled milk

in the dream we see

flows live impasto art

like alexandrite rivers

washing vacant hearts

you create this night

your mystic dancing dust

whispering quilts of ardor

and bulbs of wanderlust

wake to watch the fire

that burns the purple sky

this is only ours

only you and I


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