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I hear his soul crying out in the darkness
I hear his soul questing for understanding
Copyright c1995 Terry Schorer/Quelonzia
Moon Dancer
Slow, senuous and silent,
Moonlight reflecting off my midnight scales,
Pale beautiful moon,
We are misunderstood, you and I,
My place is by your side in the dark;
We sing peacefully together our melancholic songs,
Midnight black except for my pearlescent eyes,
Until we are overshadowed by the pernicious Sun,
Quang Lai
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Free from work, free from reality,
The mind soars to new heights and places.
This is where we live.
Reality can not comprehend us,
We go beyond the laws of physics,
The impossible is possible,
And knowledge is meaningless.
Few people know of us,
Yet all are able to see us.
We're in the books, in the art,
In buildings and other things.
Seek us, and you will find us,
Not in reality, but in your heart.
searching for the mate of his dreams
And my heart is saddened at his lonliness
I hear his soul crying out once again
searching for companions to share
And I turn to him joyfully, embracing
wrestling with the great unknown questions
And I share his search with my own
I hear his soul's laughter, loud and long
shining out at the world in merriment
And I am comforted in what I hear
I have heard but a small part of his soul
yet have I grown thereby in wonder
And been glad to call him friend and kin
I fly in ambience.
As I sing the Moon's sad tale.
Coming and going much too soon.
And it's been so long, that we don't ask why.
Behind the clouds and sky, like a watermark.
Of our memories that's kept us company for so long.
I fly with you and the stars
that light up the night skies.
Let us enjoy our company,
and share our sadness with everyone.
(Aug. 8/95)
