Miraculous Night
A tangerine moon glides across the sky;
I am enamored, of its beauty.
Twilight expires and gives way to dreamtime enchantments.
A color swirl opens the door;
behind it lay monsters.
Faces shape shifting into familiar friends,
are more than archetypes;
they are swimmers in unconscious waters.
The etheric ocean holds many secrets,
possessing great wisdom;
both a deadly and holy place;
here we all must come.
The mortal, is a perpetually swinging
pendulum with no course.
The soul is a traveler of realms unseen by mortal eyes;
a journeyman; his life gathers much to live by;
success is all around us.
Mortality is a soul’s prison;
it’s up to everyone to parole themselves.
In freedom, we grow; we help others grow.
The temple is within;
the library is free;
never closing its doors.
To grow and progress a soul has no choice,
but to read, each night.
When Mother Moon sleeps,
she brings new miracles into the coming nights;
how I do love to sleep.
3-27-2021
ALL YOURS (Mar 28) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2021
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