Midnight's voice


Melancholy moon serenely arise,
Poetically illuminates reverent eyes
To inscribe a heart's desiration,
Behold, a remote muse inspiration.
Midnight's voice caresses a quill,
To infinitely deify the waxen chill.
Words disperse like inked vapor,
Burning into parchment paper.
Glowing with poetry's essence,
Lady Luna relishes in the quintessence.
For she beauteous as poetic word,
Adrift in obscurity unheard.

Fleeting beams elude capture,
Vague memories intangible rapture.
Casts an enchanted spell with moondust,
Immortalizing glimmers of writer's lust.