Day once more surrenders to the moonlight,
and I once more surrender to her charms.
Beneath her Ivory glow through starlit heavens,
reclused, protected from all worldly harms.
Magically she wraps her arms around me,
as silent thoughts dance circles in my mind.
The music of the night, a haunting melody,
floats on the fragrant air day's left behind.
And all the bustle of the day remembered,
quietly as once more in solitude.
I lay beneath the purple cloak of evening,
In passive dreams where daylight can't intrude.
Serenity I find in fleeting shadows,
fragments of the day, now at its end.
Tomorrow I shall greet this world rejoicing,
but tonight my thoughts are those of absent friends.
A contest entry
- Your Favorite Work? by RedAquarius.
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This is just so stunningly beautifully in its wording and the images that come to mind as I read this most masterly piece. I think I could be lulled off into the realm of dreams with this. It is so peaceful and alluring. I truly adore this.
Day once more surrenders to the moonlight,
and I once more surrender to her charms.
Beneath her Ivory glow through starlit heavens,
reclused, protected from all worldly harms.
My favourite verse. It speaks so much about how the evening comes along and cloaks you in its embrace. How you are protected in its gentle silence and comforted by the heavens above. Beautiful rhythm and flow.
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"bussel" - I think should be bustle (as in hustle and bustle) and I would remove "once more surrender" from line two - just my opinion. A smooth, enjoyable read aside from that - the rhyming was so well done it wasn't obvious it was a rhyming poem until I made a point of focusing on it.
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Thank you for stopping by to read...mal
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Speechless!
Mal of all the pieces you have written here on AP, this one has touched me more than any other! I ADORE the second stanza, it gives one a solid feeling of protection ... the last line :
"floats on the fragrant air day's left behind."
seems to instill an essence of lasting comfort that promises to linger well after the very essence of day has gone.
Also: "I lay beneath the purple cloak of evening,
In passive dreams where daylight can't intrude." Ahh my dear friend, where does your inspiration come from?
Would you mind if I printed this off and put it in a frame please?
Mega hugs, Katie
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KATIE!! How the dickens did I miss this lovely comment of yours. Bless you as always my very dear friend and of course you may print it off...Thank you again Katie..sorry I missed this...Mega hugs..mal
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This is a truly beautiful poem. I love the way you ended the poem the best. Enjoyed the read Ma!!! I changed my user name again. From SadCatLover to this current name. Just wanted to let you know that.
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Hello love, great to hear from you. I hope your doing well.Don't be a stranger....MA...
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