Moonlight Mojo

At the time of ethereal elegance of twilight, Whenever a voluptuous moon lolls low on a silvery serene sea and gilds the canopy of trees, the hilltops, the meandering streams and the languorously reclining lakes. My muse appears to me from nowhere like a dream, Like a flash of inspiration to a muddled mind and evokes moods of mystical ecstasy. She glides gracefully towards me like an elusive wreath of smoke and gathers me in her embrace like a silken robe hovering around me like a whiff of fragrance. She appears as a stirring source of fantasy and vision, Like the magnificent Northern lights displaying luminous draperies on a star-spangled polar nights, Like a spectacular rainbow burst after an intense shower Like a shooting star Like a blessed apparition; I take her, as one would, a reluctant bride with gentle persuasion and resilient arms. ~Contest: My Muse ~Sponsor: Regina McIntosh