The Green Pajamas

Bronte Moon

As I roved out into a race but run
I felt my life was setting like the sun

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And then on one sweet day in the month of June
In a Victorian sky, there hung a Bronte moon
And in that wild moonlight a warming wind blew south
I saw her phantom face and kissed her open mouth


I felt electrictrified in heart and head
But did I mention with no intention to warm the dead

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And now she plays the piano with her vaporous hands
The wooden keys as she commands

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by Jeff Kelly
(c) 1999 St. Brigid Publishing