Fry (Poet’s Sleepless Brain)

Fry me to the moon

Let me saute sweet tender stars

Let me echo laughter’s sound

To earth, sad distant-far…

Pour gilt milky way

A goblet, champagne of night sky

Shared with those we loved

And ones we dreamed of, never met…

In other words, let’s forget

What held us savage-bound

Broke hearts, brought tears to eye

Let’s return to Heaven’s home…and soon

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