Secret garden

The grass is wet, the moonlight high
The birds fell silent in a sigh
The soporific stars shine bright
The sweet scene is quite a sight!

A breathing although discreet
Can be heard arising unashamed
Through the branches heavy
With tonight's eerie dew

And the jealous light reflects
On the smooth glittering surface
Silver and black- the dream is real
You stand unseen but stare

Shadows connect when thus angled
Leaves like hands entangled
Just ask them if you dare
What they feel

Appoline
Germolles
August 15,  2016