It
It dances deep in tranquil eyes
from velvet plumes of ether's calm
as soft as alabaster skies
It softly sings an ancient psalm
rewritten when the moon invites
in lavender of evening balm
It gently blooms with conscious slight
in zephyred streams of fragrant dreams
as lilacs waft the night towards light
Upon the page, untraced it streams
It dwells between the words – it seems
Copyright © David Mohn | Year Posted 2016
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