Half Past Midnight
Windless
Yet there is still
The silent song of the leaves
As evening
Slowly fades into night
A backdrop of stars
Like dew on cobwebs
Shaken free
A blissful reverie
Of colourful dreams
Fragrance drips
The night is vast
And boundless
The flicker of lightning
In the distance
The moon
Its’ ghostly white
Paled upon dark lawn
Shadows huddle
Take imperfections away
There is a quiet source
Of every thought
And no distraction at all
Half past midnight
A place to gather my dreams
A darkness
That stretches miles
And keeps moving
Works upon ones’ mind
Thoughts of deeper things
And silver whispers
Creep across the clouds
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Moon Shadow* (Photo credit: fs999)
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