Two walking within a world mostly unknown
Receiving vibes like very few~
Strolling after the midnight hour
Within half moonlight and the dew~
Darkest clouds they hang on high
In vastest garden ever grand~
Statues half lit give of aura
Has all look as if another time and land~
Silence reins but with an almost whisper
As the fog and dew have statues glow~
Whites and silvers and lightest blues
Gives a feeling not many come to know~
Softest lawns they carry through
The garden damp at night~
Bushes and shrubs moving slightly
In the breeze as if in fright~
Oh how the statues seem to move
As two walking they pass by~
Oh how the statues seem so to see
Out of the corner of their eye~
Do those that the statues represent
Occupy the oldest statues as they stand~
As if watching two slowly walking by
Within this different view of reality grand~
So many poems and prose come to mind
Hauntingly as the fog in breezes flow~
Chilly the air as old gravestones appear
With an aura of moonlit silver glow~
Dark clouds moving changing all with light
Having statues seem to watch in awe~
As two walk through vast garden hand in hand
And towards the highest old stone garden door~
Night birds cry a warning of surprise
And swiftly fly away~
A different view of reality
After midnight and so early in the day~
