At a point far past time
   When love doth abound
I call out your name
   And relish the sound
With joy in your eyes
   And a smile on your lips
You hold me so tightly
   And stroke my hair tips
What happy good times
   We have as a pair
I almost feel guilty
   Our luck isn't fair
Accepting this gift
   As hard as true stone
Learning to realize
   I won't be alone
You truely accept
   All parts of me
Before i'd not known
   What truth could be
You have captured mine heart
   And joined with my soul
Now if I lost you,
  I could not be whole
Time an illusion
   Distance a myth
When we are together
   Tis good as it gets
Now I see truth
   The tale has made clear
In the right direction
   Erasing of fear
Let us pceed

Sunset colors the rising moon
   Night time will be coming soon
But for now tis still the day
   Until the light doth fade away
Clouds are dressed in orange and red
   The moon rests on a cloudy bed
It dream of autumn days to come
   With barren trees and setting sun
Thanks to all things for this time
   It's a small piece of the divine

The colors flowing to mine eye
   At least as long as breath supplies
The sweet cool air I always need
   Rush my lungs with all God speed
Chilled and fresh just how I like
   Thanks to all things for this night

The moon is full and lusters pure
   The sun casts forth its light no more
Night has come and stillness reigns
    This is now the moon's domain
It stirs up waters in the soul
   Turbulent waves push and pull
But the night itself is pure and sweet
   A night when magic creatures meet
The meet and match and then are merry
   To the night my being doth tarry

Adventures waiting to be had
   The silver light is lightly clad
Across all things below the sky
   The animals howl forth their reply
AWWWOOOOOOOOO cries the night
    Chirp chirp creeks the woods

The moon sits patiently in a throne of clouds.  Silver light contrasting with the sun's closing colors. 
It rises fast, steep and steady to apex.  Passing over all and pulling the water we all share.  The sun rules the light, the moon rules the dark.

There once was a man named Gale
   Who designed to sit without fail
      A new era of comfort his butt would hail
        Other's definitions of it would pale

The first step in his plan bought a chair
   A chair so full of cushions beyond compare
      Put some wheels on the bottom he did dare
         And a toilett and fridge with space to spare

His next step was to hire an aid
   Someone to help him whenever he bade
     He would pay well for this person in trade
        With this he went forth plans well laid

At this point one might wonder why
   Was Gale just lazy or incredibly shy
      Perhaps the rules of standing he couldn't comply
        But in truth, he just wanted to try

20 years later he is in the books
   The standing ideal he has firmly shook
      Guiness has rewarded the risk that he took
         Gale the steady sitter, that was his little nook.

Groove: to take great pleasure; enjoy oneself

Shot like an arrow fast from a bow
A straight path chisled into the plane of your heart

The heart
The place of the best rhythem called emotion

Emotion
That which you use to release the groove upon this world

Our world
The one we must save from ourselves

The self
The part we must know, cherish and love, thus may love all

Love
The idea and world grooves toward when the time is never ideal

Ideals
That which puts thought into power and words into action

Action
That we must take in the time and the rhyme where we exist

Existence
To be aware of the beauty and granduer which surrounds every day

A day
The time it takes to change darkness to light and move

Movement
That which we do when the groove hits our feet and the dance comes to play

Groove
Groove
Groove
That is the magic password
The key to entry is but the groove baby
Groove
The thing that unites all in the rhythem of life

Life
The gift that is given with a begining, middle, and end

Promiscuous pussy cats roam in the wild
   Purring and licking their paws
   Under some spell breaking no laws
They are all but mild

After a day spent three quarters asleep
   They wake and eat
      Then play
Naughty promiscuous pussy
    Did you groom your hair today?
    Do you need help with that cleaning?
       I have a fresh tongue

Playful pussy
   Holding tight
   It looks as though you've caught a mouse

Mind the claws

Promiscuous pussy play.