Murmurings
Moon glow magic when all seems dark;
Orbs of moon drops to guide stray night;
Opt fond mystic that surge of spark;
Note how work stops in sleepy light.
Make what you will of luna chimes;
Undo the stress of day time deeds;
Reach to be still as silence primes;
Moist dewdrops press upon old needs;
Under the stars in deeper space;
Rest seems profound in gentle sway;
Invest on par with easy trace;
Niche ancient grounds that show the way;
Glimpse peace and grace that comes to fill;
See inspired face as moon beams thrill.
Leon Enriquez
06 June 2014
Singapore
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