In Winter Dreams Are Remagined
The night sky was never this bright
with the golden fireflies around the moon's iridescent halo;
in winter, dreams are reimagined
in the lover's awakening mind where they were abandoned...
look far, all the universe is pitch-dark,
even angels seem to fear Heaven's stars that don't glow.
Naked branches embrace the honey-dipped moon,
profound silence brings on their loneliness
and they share it with whoever adores night fantasies;
no dream ever looked so charming and real...
lulled by the November's wind that makes trees swoon!
Where are those lovers whose moods and glances reveal
what's concealed inside? Shouldn't they show their zeal:
while Nature unfolds her wonders to capture what they feel?
Written on 12/22/2016
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016
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