A Night At the Falls
A cascade of fluidic silvery energies;
luminescence performs a ballet
across the waterfall hills.
Mirrored in the aqua,
Mother moon casts her facade
as water-spray tap-taps out its song
upon the river.
I am entranced as hues of blue
pervade my senses;
a spiritual moment erupts within,
as I survey the light and
a shooting star passes by
to wish upon.
My heart sings to the rhythm
of nature’s voice,
greeting Luna.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2023
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