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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