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| Photo by Theresa Savina <3 |
In the center of the gilded trail
Walking with my four in meld
Face kissed by the golden gales
Of the wind in which I was held
The chorus of the high honored trees
Swaying in their mighty station wide
Sang our wedding march to me
As I knelt before my white clad bride
Pledging my honor and my passion
She shone upon me her crystal love
Feathered clouds across her....passing
As I held my sword in my hand, gloved
Yes, I courted the sun, then let go
I married the moon in the meadow
She loved me whole with her gilded glow
As I became her Othello
She light, ripe, plump and true
Me, the dark song that I sing
She is now wearing my gifted jewel
My bride, the moon, wears my ring
Walking with my four in meld
Face kissed by the golden gales
Of the wind in which I was held
The chorus of the high honored trees
Swaying in their mighty station wide
Sang our wedding march to me
As I knelt before my white clad bride
Pledging my honor and my passion
She shone upon me her crystal love
Feathered clouds across her....passing
As I held my sword in my hand, gloved
Yes, I courted the sun, then let go
I married the moon in the meadow
She loved me whole with her gilded glow
As I became her Othello
She light, ripe, plump and true
Me, the dark song that I sing
She is now wearing my gifted jewel
My bride, the moon, wears my ring
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