The Garden of the MoonA Poem by icelandicblue
I stepped through the dark curtain of night
surrounded in the most delicate of beauty in the garden of the moon. Cool light illuminated the pale yellow and white flowers that swayed in a summer zephyr infused with jasmine. I moved, a silhouette, in soft and silent steps as not to wake the sleeping denizens of this midnight paradise. Caught in the witching hour I could smell magic in the air enveloping me, caressing me, welcoming me to nature's sacred temple. And it was there I prayed in tinctured whispers while silver teardrops dotted the ground in gratitude that my sojourn in this hallowed place would last until the sun rose and cracked the sky in purple hues and I am reborn beneath the luminous canvas ready to venture unto a destiny untold. © 2014 icelandicblueReviews
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Added on May 16, 2014Last Updated on May 18, 2014 AuthoricelandicblueBostonAboutI do not accept any new friend requests unless we have read and commented on each others poetry. No exceptions. I have enough homework as it is. I expect reciprocity in our exchanges. Read my work and.. more..Writing
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