Nights Like This
Moon blooms silver in the sky
As nighttime drops its sequined veil
So stark against the darkness
With dreams that seem so real
The topaz tones of twilight
Like memories, start to fade
A moment to remember
That precedes the evening shade
The motion of the ocean
Is a cradle rocked with time
It ebbs and flows before the moon
A pool of verse and rhyme
The shadow of a stranger
Is mysterious as mist
That phantom of the evening
That lives for nights like this.
Copyright © Ina Goodling | Year Posted 2023
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