Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Moonlit Echoes

There are moments
   when time seems to linger 
   on hushed words 
   and secrets whispered 
   in the still of the dark night. 
When shadows seem alive 
   with movement and brittle 
   with the aching of bones 
   from the dampness of dusk. 
When moonlight casts spells 
   upon everything within reach 
   of her long willowy fingers 
   and cool glowing embrace. 
The myriad of echoes ringing 
   after nightfall, speak volumes 
   for the magic of the hours 
   yet still cease to tell all 
   of the wonders that befall.

(January 13, 2012)

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