Moonlight full at beaches gentle bright, Irie serene and magic night.
White waving tops rolling shore and silver glow, walking along warm soft winds blow.
Jasmine fragrances in whispers soft and free, my old soul in awe and simply be.
No need to think or need to do at all, that Moonlight has me in a crawl.
Serenities so bright, mysterious and deep, where waking souls and seeming dreams do meet.
Wondering ponder of what are you,
are you the light of a Gypsy too?
I smile with that wondering magic light, for I feel being the keeper of that night.
One love, one serene moon, one open poetic door, one man who cannot asks for any more.
Moonlight falls upon my face, where I have found my resting place.
Mirrored reflection stretching horizon,
melodies of the night and its reason.
Others in similar places in this Moonlight feel the same, when love has the magic mental tame.
Dreamers who find their way in this serenity, touching surealities to know reality.
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