A naked truth in a booth
and waking me up to sooth
is floating near the moon;
A storm struck my fringe brain,
Over waters stealing an image
My mind is in a trance,
it hushed my friend’s, heart
And lightened a burden
With thoughts of delight;
It dispelled the dance
of tempting sensations
of my mute body
with the light of peace
Oh! I’m pure and free,
in a Hello-moon of ecstasy
the storm of separation
slowing my breath
My soul is changed
I’m not alone!
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