melissaahowells
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The Night is scented by the strangest perfume. Its darkness, both a sealed envelope, and an expanding room. How I'd like to get lost, become swallowed up within It. Lost but not lost within Night's enfolding and unfolding arms. Become one of Its moons Its favorite charms, becoming one with Its darkness. The largesse of the Moon and Her liquid golden light luminescing me from within and extending Her fingerlets to the Night. I am like a shivering creature in wondering flight lingering beneath Her swoon. The tilt of the Lunar's bemused brow, the hidden knowledge of all that's now... I could never feel more alive emboldened than in this moment. The Moon and Night only serve to remind me, of how unearthly creations are binded and pair into great magic. Her spotlight transforms His dark canvas, His dark swath makes Her shine so much more, thus... Wondrous alone, but how much better together they two do refine. ***************************************************** I might have been thinking of symmetry here. And how opposities make, often the best and most interesting and interested companions. I wrote this July 27, 2017 thru August 1, 2017. I suspect...it was a successive night of full moon magic...and I was stirred by what I witnessed to write this. I WILL RETURN LATER TO EDIT ANY AWKWARDNESS MARCH 16 2018/ 8;46AM PST *************************************************** LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM/WORK AND ALSO FOR THIS AUTHOR MELISSA A HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD Re-edited for clarity 9:51 AM PST March 18, 2018. Vote for this poem |
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