Dark pale light colour, Love moonbeamA Poem by Robert Robbie Lord DudleyO just afore yet it sets on us lets get lost like miston the window over there don't get dark views slow spools intenseescapes brightly lines firstly forwards looks caught ye & may we rock quickly offto be going adrift i don't downfall i upwind& sunrises becomes beautiful in senses on hopes nobody goes tho' understands me not yet so muchthat'll hold thru free as you can be I look at the sky I look in the eye I casted aways undone I didn't want to miss a-thingfor a short take awhile to stay-put in this vessel passing pale light colour, love moonbeam this is sufficient, this is nowhereyou said it a-piece in blends a-worth as much as we each are sounds& those days ends my taste dawns on me with yellow bands in rays to remembertoday what can I do but not overly, not at alldo you ever, not really O show to meO talk to me as I want to be aways to see it's not so empty a-glee ready amongst these logs ways to agree over some places ahead O so soft clean surface pale light, love moonbeam soon, I know gets us tomorrow again you and I needs to see nothing else with thence greater only this always is my shadow ashore memories rescues me what is going, going, being gone by at a-round I am to lesser things unknown that are both pleased considered noble O what notions at all, in all more are dreaming, turning O what? love bringing to ye a-bloom toss'd unfolds to see in the eyes I casted aways so far withouts for a short take awhile to stay put to be in this vessel passing rising in the skies before seeing it in everywheres is & I pasted cardboards up there nailed together by at tin pans it still falls, hills & stories fix'd upon the straight lines which stands misty for no connectionon the cards follows the roadson the trails into pieces afar what's fallen shatter'd by at my shadow ashore memories rescues me O what & wherefore a-place than here O don't delays delivers it all soon soon, soon, weird, weird belongs anytime soon! pale light, love moonbeam within all is blue tulips beautiful, beautiful untold the planets be hanging out in loose halls has stars amongst up above with one mess the middle of most cosmos rolls to the fields into the air we only needs one seeing therein everywheres is gathering place in-thru May carrying on climbing onfinds sticks & stones by difficult bitsand poems makes, reflects, shakes the ground kept by at times so steep so flat so low so top down my shadow ashore the memories rescues me flaps out against sails the winds that blows thru by the trees growing fast that's my heart my rosebud hanging out loose unfolds slowly to the task replaced at hand empty space works wants to see how empty floats spares rooms in thee eyes as two ships in the nightI casted aways undone will return shortly agofor a short take awhile to stay-put in this vessel passing rising in the skies O just afore yet it sets on us it gets me still withal but here for what will be, will be, will be becomes all there to do over again why I looks forwards far and wide all over the places is there senses any chances are at all, in all foam for no directions too sure an uncertain afternoon climbing on and on thosefinds no sticks or stones starts to a red-box of bones & shellsand poems makes verse rest at rung a-wonderful source what comes from joyous tones tenderness here so where-in I believes as true yeah, it's nicenevertheless I'm trying I'm trying I'm tryinghere on paths of thoughts silver to see lightning blew upwardsO just afore yet it sets watching over the doorway& lets get lost because woods dark pale light color, love moonbeamto views becomes firstly forwards back to Fall don't look now quickly offto going adrift memories flew by & by at hurry what's best rescues me to delay closed todayturning a-dream exist'd flowers behind push'd onbut, most flowers in front still it stems glad I am.
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1 Review Added on August 22, 2016 Last Updated on April 10, 2026 AuthorRobert Robbie Lord DudleyRiverside, NJAboutACROSS THE NIGHT'S SHINING ROAD COVERS ME, i'LL READ. Life, Thyme leeds rails rushes a begotten hold only copes oh, poetry a random ray of yellow light shining sky golden drops in fields trickles.. more.. |

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