Golden Sprinkles From the Silent Sky
It's the middle of August,
and every emotion seems lost...
chasing golden sprinkles
from the silent sky that twinkles.
This remote spot is a secretive place
of two enamored hearts who love to swoon...
as their whispers rise to the descending moon,
and yes our ecstatic joy changes her moody face.
Shooting stars continue to fall from the peaceful sky,
to adorn our night with golden sprinkles;
not even a fairy could do such wonders
with a wand that grants a wish sweeter than a lullaby.
Laying on the gleaming grass
as many lovers have, we stare at something that fantasy
cannot fulfill in an hour or less;
and fascinated by their brilliance, we wonder if this is reality.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2012
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