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Moonlit Swim (Come On Suite)

Moonlit Swim has been published in All of Me Vol. V, courtesy of Shadow Spark Publishing. This arrangement pays homage to Come On by Solo.

Listen to Moonlit Swim by Richard Charles Stevens (Come On Suite)

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Seeing
Hearing
Smelling
Tasting
Touching
Clutching
Captivated
Picnic hamper
Cosy blanket
To each sense a handsome banquet

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Seeing
Hearing
Smelling
Tasting
Touching
Clutching
Captivated
Picnic hamper
Cosy blanket
To each sense a handsome banquet

.
Seeing
Hearing
Smelling
Tasting
Touching
Clutching
Captivated
Picnic hamper
Cosy blanket
To each sense a banquet

.
To lose plain sight of conscious mind
Into the night oneself to find
My musings too profuse to ward
Less night be shorn and dawn break loose
Sank into the deepest dream
To wade through prelude
Thus convey mood every shade serene and paint a scene
.
Fast asleep with eyes wide open
Every fibre long since spoken
Woven through the fabric of a suchlike other-worldly motion
Under the same stellar moon
Within unbounded treasure room
A dreamboat in the broad lagoon
Of vast imagination
.
Country miles from lands of languish
Face nowise so pale with anguish
Far away from idle habit
Every night
A rite of passage
Every dream within my reach
And reason sweet to grab it
Here within the deepest dream
We can weave the fabric
.
Maple ridge
A rocky crag
Faintest trails of roebuck stag
Crystal fountain spilling diamonds
Willing on the shrill of silence
Shimmering to charm horizon
Waters of Poseidon’s skim
Scented of eccentric whim
Beckoning of moonlit swim
.
Binding solely elevation
Burning bright to spark creation
Free of fearful trepidation
Tearful in innate elation
Seeing
Hearing
Smelling
Tasting
Touching each divine abrasion
Every night
A day to relish
Throne room of bejeweled embellish

.
Country miles from lands of languish
Face nowise so pale with anguish
Far away from idle habit
Every night
A rite of passage
Every dream within my reach
And reason sweet to grab it
Here within the deepest dream
We can weave the fabric
.
Under the same stellar moon
We bathe in lunar rays that boon the waves
To savour grace attuned to faith too soon misplaced by many
Thus create estate for famed embrace
And do so wide awake
In name of adulation legendary
.

Fast asleep with one eye open
Sank into the deepest dream
A stirring wood
A slumbered stream
Willed on fate way less obscene
.

Fast asleep with one eye open
Sank into the deepest dream
A stirring wood
A slumbered stream
Built a foot bridge in-between
.

Country miles from lands of languish
Face nowise so pale with anguish
Far away from idle habit
Every night
A rite of passage
Every dream within my reach
And reason sweet to grab it
Here within the deepest dream
We can weave the fabric
.
We can weave the fabric
.
Seeing
Hearing
Smelling
Tasting
Touching
Clutching
Captivated
Picnic hamper
Cosy blanket
To each sense a banquet

.

Here within the only waking dream beknownst to me
My deepest soul be home with She
Who redefines the role of queen
Under the same stellar moon
We bathe in lunar rays that boon the waves
To savour grace attuned to faith too soon misplaced by many
Thus create estate for famed embrace
And do so wide awake
In name of adulation legendary
Sink into the sweetest dream
To wade through prelude
Thus convey mood every shade of luminously seen
.
Sweet of nature and persuasion
Very same in steeped sensation
Under the same stellar moon
Barefoot in the deepest stream
.

Sweet of nature and persuasion
Very same in steeped sensation
Under the same stellar moon
Barefoot in the deepest stream
.

Fast asleep with eyes wide open
Every fibre long since spoken
Woven through the fabric of a suchlike other-worldly motion
Under the same stellar moon
Within unbounded treasure room
A dreamboat in the broad lagoon
Of vast imagination
.
Country miles from lands of languish
Face nowise so pale with anguish
Far away from idle habit
Every night
A rite of passage
Here within the deepest dream
We can weave the fabric
.

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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