Soft Is the Night

breathe whispers of hope, caress of the night dreams coming true on the edges of starlight beckoning from silent prayers, lilac hues still flaming with blush rose muse music beneath a sea shining bright flickering softly against a moon so white poetry arises, wishes fulfilled as I write scents of the ocean on scenes that bemuse breathe whispers of hope… sighing on fires so alive they will ignite flames rising from one’s heart to excite arousing visions too optimistic to confuse on wings of laughter that will always amuse opening nocturnal joys who are never contrite breathe whispers of hope…