Where on a cool May night
I feel I can pass one more night without you?
Cue the stars to roll over me,
Add in a touch of warm air, scented with honeysuckle,
To touch my face?
If the Moon rises just so over that tree,
The one whose branches hang full and dark,
I feel I could conjure Shakespeare from my heart,
And maybe stay this night in place forever.
~~Fiddler 05/22/02
My solo play, Act I Scene I
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