Jun 2015
The eye of night's sky
With incandescent beauty
Bathes us in silver streams,
Tickling our dreams to waking.
Calling creatures of the dark
To bow down to her light
With incandescent beauty
Bathes us in silver streams,
Tickling our dreams to waking.
Calling creatures of the dark
To bow down to her light
Another moon poem. I do love it!
