An orchestrated night

by on December 19, 2018 :: 0 comments

When I was:
Playing a dream
An owl in me peeping,
Night was deep and
My subconscious
Sleep.

Waxing moon,
In the sky illuminant
Growing each night.
And a flowing river beside,
Milk white, mirroring;
Pulling my eyes.

Pin drop silence,
Whistling river where:
Orchestrated molten light
Of heaven dances here
In the deep ravine.

Cold night out
Freezing, to adore
The unfiltered
First-hand experience
Of life.

editors note:

On a cold lit night, warm to the dance of your inner orchestra. – mh clay

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