Julliette

I awoke into a dream.

It was the night the moon

fell from the sky.

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The Moon

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A strange pastel orange

rolled as a great wheel

across the garden royal.

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Rolled, eclipsing the castle facade.

Having crushed the great paper

red roses bearing witness.

A red stained icon of her passing.

Leaned her great dark

against the too brown battlements

retiring her mystery

beneath the twinkling colors

of uniform stars.

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The River

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Tired of rushing unmoving,

stopped her pure blue manic

flowing to some mysterious

unknown place.

Living only in a child’s mind.

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Romeo Screaming

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Lent mirth to the disruption of all things.

Hysterical peals through a scattered land.

Chaos loosened feet, colors flying

through piccolo voices resounding from everywhere.

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Ah, but Juliette.  Fair Juliette

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With a single turn,

in the grace of angels,

stretched out her sequined arm.

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Ah, Juliette.  Fair Juliette

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With a single cry,

muting the flutes of Avalon.

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Out sang the heavenly choir

accompanying the falling moon

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By her single voice,

I slept out of my dream.

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Daddy, Daddy, did you see me?

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The house lights went on.