Oh the Nights
Oh the nights under opalescent stars
where I once stood breathless
at the hint of your scent
drifting slowly
across flower filled fields
and honey dipped dreams
where distant birds fluted
perfect love songs to her mate
Oh the nights reaching high up to the painted moon
filled with deep orange and yellow hues
dancing slowly to a soulful simple tune
where hearts would dip
and beats would skip
in a ballroom made of lost balloons
Be still now my heavenly glory night
casting beauty on her clear silk pond
where the pure white swan swims gracefully
where wishes began and wishes will remain
until a new tomorrow starts again
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015
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