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Moonlight Sonata
By Ben Lowe

We always seem to be acting so good
In the midst of a stuffy existence.
But I'm glad you want to rip down the fence
That kept our days under a pretentious hood.

The Blue Ridge countryside can't be better.
Its beauty reveals the mark of creation.
So we realize that the wealth of a nation
Isn't measured by the misery of the debtor.

The evening is creeping-getting close, near,
And suddenly I recall how I used to feel,
Before we got caught in the businesslike wheel,
When I found meaning in the night, and not fear.

The screen door bangs and off we go.
Immediately the aroma of fresh, green pines
Fills my senses with thoughts of earlier times,
And yet you sensed a feeling that I couldn't know.

It's all so mysterious, but yet so beautiful.
The cool breeze rustles through the tree leaves,
And the impressiveness to my soul cleaves
As my delight grows until I'm completely full.

But again I find a hidden message
In your warm smile as you leave to return,
Though I want to stay for there is so much to learn-
And I continue on-until I'm lost and on the edge.

Standing there with little recollection of you,
I suddenly feel that cool breeze chilling my spine,
And there is a strong, sickening odor from the pines.
The earth beneath me suddenly crumbles, too.

Fleeing from what I felt to be deliverance,
I'm now safely back in our little world again,
Still confused as to just where I had been,
Wishing all the time that I had had more patience.

Then you mildly tell me of an acquired trait
Which befell a proud and greedy man that night,
Teaching him to seek with no more than his own might.
But then Dorothy had already been witness to such a fate.