Carol Mays Poet Free verse

Night-Flying

I drift aloft with gossamer wings,
slowly slanting toward the moon,
beaming with its nimbus glow.

Like me, it seems to shift positions,
darting between forms and shadows,
darkened slopes and rounded hills.

Shimmering streams grow mute below us,
sending clear, sweet twinkles skyward—
forever gracing souls in flight.

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Line Gauthier June 4, 2021 at 9:13 PM Wow ~ what an awesome performance: your poem, your reading and the imagery, Carol ~ Carol Mays June 7, 2021 at 9:23 PM Thank you. I spent a whole summer creating 20 very short videos. This was one of them.

Mahtab Bangalee May 8, 2019 at 12:05 AM Shimmering streams grow mute below us,/sending clear, sweet twinkles skyward—/forever gracing souls in flight./// excellent poetic expression Carol Mays May 8, 2019 at 1:03 PM Thank you, Mahtab.