Madness

© 1999 Matthew Johnson
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The ice-cold autumn moon is smiling
as a star gaze meets my lover and I
Displayed in a meadow side by side
This quilt a canvas, each star, an eye

Fear and pride consume the artist
as the night critiques my gifted stroke
The heavens wink, a sweet forgiveness
when brushing crimson, she awoke

My lover's gape screamed admiration
to the darkness through unblinking eyes
as the moon shone light on my creation
and upon my crimson brush and I

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