Dreamscape In Moon

From the edge of the ebon night sky, under the engulfing clouds of gloom, the promise of moon I’ve made to you, I’ll keep before the eclipse starts. The somber storm of smothering strife drifts me away across the slate horizon, the clouds melt in the torrent of tears as my sky falls with the marooned moon. The promise kept after the agonizing wait, your fervent window opens on vista of hope, ushers in the dislodged moon called heart, rolling onto your satin bed long unslept In the dark niche of your desolateness glows the frozen moonbeam burst, while the floating tinsels of silver dust flutter like fairy over your silhouette face. Holding the magical moon turned crystal globe, you look deep into the illumined fortune in kaleidoscopic images portending the future, where my yearning paints dreamscape for you. Written : March 10, 2020 June 9, 2020 Contest : Strand No. 790 Sponsor : Brian Strand