I remember the night
When the moon bled its effulgence
On the earth
Painting everything
An ethereal silver
That was the day when my heart
Leapt and rejoiced
That was the day when
Life was a progression
Of precious moments
That was the day when
God wrote His chronicles
In my heart
When I flew like an eagle
Into ever widening spaces
Intoxicated on the nectar of love
That was the day I recall thinking
If this is life I want nothing else
But to live
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Nothing can make a poet feel more alive than the joy of creation. A beautiful celebration of what you have seen from your own personal window on the world. Superb write, Leonard. Always your friend, Sandra