Midnight
Moon light magic in June eclipse;
Idyllic breeze pregnant with rain;
Dance of mystics in fond soul trips;
Nurture can tease with cold refrain;
I sense auric vibrant motions;
Glimpse most surreal of formless feel;
Hidden magic in devotion;
Touch once concealed in windy chill.
Voice now silent in blind appeal;
I see blue moon ascending high;
Sigh words vibrant in mental fill;
Invoke sure boon in sacred ply;
Opt to see sights beyond this plain;
Note the highlights far from the main.
Leon Enriquez
12 June 2014
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2014
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