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stars and ocean are in motion
the Moon's a ghostly ship
every breath's a magic potion,
giving time the slip

no more before, no more after
only here and now
no more sorrow only laughter,
tingling senses wow

in the evening never leaving
the only place to be
only knowing, not believing -
true reality

breathing in and out, its rhythmic
mesmerizing beat
slow and fast not soporific
way in which to meet

stars and ocean while in motion
the Moon a ghostly ship
every breath a magic potion,
nectar we can sip

no believing as we're leaving
sorrows far behind
through the here and now we're weaving
and sometimes through a rhyme...