Enigma
Cryptic moon in midnight sky,
wan enigma mystifies,
silken light on forest floor,
daylight colors are no more.
Daylight colors are no more,
grays and blacks a metaphor,
night winds coax a lullaby
from the dark and starlit sky.
From the dark and starlit sky,
we are left to wonder why,
distant gems on foreign shores
trap us in eternal wars.
Copyright © Danielle White | Year Posted 2009
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