my heart betrays me
refusing to mask
this glorious ardor
with a gentle calm
i simply do not possess
the banal demands
of a common life
are beyond me now
when all i can think of
is ever beguiling you
you may yet find me
laughing among the stars;
take my hand, beloved
and dance with me
across the silvery face
of the adoring moon
Salt Lake City 17 Mar 2013
George Ellington 
One should accept the whole package—and your magical hands have embraced this voice, this poem. I love it, when smile comes easily, George. 🙂
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Thank you, my dear friend. Yes–this voice. This voice guides and inspires me. Nurtures my soul. Makes me laugh and dance and long for another day.
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lovely enchanting imagery !George!
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Thank you, Soumyav. It is a great pleasure to be read so kindly by you.
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George, this is dazzling. Who would not dance this way?
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Oh yes, Susan. Yes. It calls to us, doesn’t it? Love enchants, caressing our hearts with such gentle yet insistent hands.
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..and the rest of us dance in glee around this flame of delight.
Thank you for permitting us this evening of glistening moon ~
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My utmost pleasure, T. I feel sometimes I am something of an exhibitionist in this, but I cannot help but share the joy that this love brings me.
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Not exhibiting but proudly and publicly adoring with your heart wide open, and the rest of of are happy to be admiring bystanders, learning how to speak with a gushing golden pen upon the objects of our affection.
You inspire us, George, and we are humbly grateful for sharing with us ~
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Thank you so much, T. I am really touched by this. I am grateful for the opportunity to be so kindly read and so inspired by your responses.
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The pleasure is mine/ours ~
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