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Mar 2016
The Moon hangs low on the Eastern sky
And beams with a gleam pale and eerie.
The stars still perched high, emitting airy light,
With a silver hum blanket the sea.

A sailboat sways to the Moon’s lonesome tune
Whose glow coats the deck in white wine.
A ghostly show that is gone all too soon;
A blink of an eye in a moment in time.

There on a rock jutting out near the dock,
Sits a creature who’s scarce e’er seen;
Her gaze of dark moss with your own stare does lock,
And entranced you take in the scene.

You blink your eyes once and like an exhale she's gone,
Only opalescent scales left behind testify she was there.
You inhale the night breeze, not anticipating dawn,
Breathing in an elixir that strips your soul bare.

The mysteries of the Universe often reveal themselves
To us 'neath an ethereal Moon draped over the sea.
So if the timing is right  and in your heart know it’s real,
A glimmer of magic, my darling, you’ll see.
Silvana Franco
Written by
Silvana Franco  Calgary
(Calgary)   
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