Bequeathed By Night
Above the trees a million diamonds shine
The stars in black, flames, dancing with the moon.
Embracing dreams two silhouettes align.
Oh, lovers hear the “woo—ooh” of the loon.
That haunting sound that echoes through loves twine.
Anticipation yields as young hearts swoon.
A summer trance while memories are born.
Bequeathed by night loves natural adorn.
© February 10, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Entered into Poetry Soup Member Contest: COMING OF AGE
Sponsored by: Frank Herrera
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2012
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