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Lay me down to rest
With moonbeams as my coverlet
And dewdrops as my tears
Lay my head on a starlit pillow
And kiss my dreams goodnight

(Marj, Circa 1999)

Of Joy

Here are moments now
That blind me

You hold me, and I stare
Unable to move
Unable to cry
Unable to breathe

For I wish to love, darling.
I wish to soar with you
I wish to fly and be by myself

And I hold my breath
To stop myself from loving you

And a cry, sweet cry
dissolves into bitter laughter
and is reborn to genuine bursts
of joy.