The tepid twilight gently bids adieu,
The mist descends of greyish hue.
A sudden hush deepens the puzzled air,
As the wind catches its breath in prayer.
Slowly and silently arrives the night,
Clad in star-studded milky moonlight.
The moonbeams reach for me, and I know
That to their beckoning I will follow.
They will lead me beyond the North Star,
Where my friendly fairies are.
I will anchor my soul on that shore,
Then the worldly worries will hurt me no more.
I can so totally relate to what you express through your verses that it makes me "dizzy" in a good way. Thank you, Portia. Love and best wishes to you,
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The ancient kings of Whitehawk were all too aware of the temptation of magic. They could feel its threat, a presence in their courts, a serpent slithering at their feet, even entering into their beds.
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Love Tinka
Gentle poem of etherial delight.
Walt
Ron
So softly soothing and melodically intoxicating.
Peace, love and light,
Amber
Cheers,
Dan