Sun Dreams of Moon

Day surrenders
to an Ashen dusk
with wash of brushed silk
And the sun sighs, as his love
Lady moon,
resplendent in her cloak of milk
Rises gracefully
from her velvet bed
Beatific in her calm
mirrored in the still lake
Sir sun slides below the sheets of horizon
The night is where the lady reigns supreme
and he glides into dream
© Chanti 2004
never to unite. Beautiful imagery…
The closing of a day...the opening of another.
Hugs, Susan
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then Imay as well be."
smooth as silk
William ....peace
flow on flow on. . .
blessin's
cynth'ya
excellent, beautiful poetry--BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
But seriously..........This poem reminds me of the movie Ladyhawk, in a way. Where two lovers are cursed so that they are only able to see each other at sunrise or sunset. Together forever, forever apart. Perhaps you were inspired by this story?
Love Tinka
Peter
Reg.
always inspires me. :) Excellent piece!
Dale
a gossamer gown. The graphic merely enhances the full-bodied,
lyrical, visionary write you have penned, personifying nature,
while bringing two human beings into clear focus.
I love it!
Reindeer
Another one of your exceptional writes.
Your talent is incredible, never stop
precious friend.
Warm hugs and love
Elga :)
Sandie May Angel