Sunlight is normative The given state of things Mere luminosity Moonlight is formative When longing lifts soft wings To soar throughout the night Sheer numinosity By which the mermaid sings And fairy dust shines bright
The light of the full moon Glows like snow on the ground Midnight is the high noon Of magic all around The hooves of unicorns Can be heard in the wood While ghost trains sound sad horns In passing understood As hidden things are found
When fairies all take flight To kiss the velvet sky I know you understand The full moon their birthright The days cannot destroy The everlasting joy Of those who never die Franziska take my hand Come and let us join them you and I
This is very lovely and sentimental. Last night the moon was perched right above the mountain for a short while and looked as if it were perched there, resting...
Wonderfully written. I think I see the little boy in you, Steve. To often us guys try to outgrow that. We shouldn't we are leaving memories escape. That moon is inspiring and so is your write.
God Bless,
Lew
Magnificent work Stevie. A break with your usual style but a demonstration of your talent and versatility as a writer. This had a certain delicate quality to it. I enjoyed this a lot.
Congrats!
Chanti
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Who knew the Wright's had a trunk full of hidden family secrets? Searching for treasure and hidden family secrets is one way to fuel the flames of passion.
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Chrissy
God Bless,
Lew
Fee
Congrats!
Chanti