The Nights Secrets
The Night, it keeps her secrets.
Only by a small chance,
Does a stray moon beam,
Catch her shaded silhouette.
She plays naked in the rain.
And rejoices in her pleasure,
By reaching out her limbs,
Receiving every single drop.
She dances so gracefully.
A ballet amidst the garden.
The music streams in upon the air.
She raises the highest praise,
To the Heavens above.
Then she awakens to a dew,
swept kiss upon her brow.
These are her secrets,
That the night will forever keep.
Lyn Church
Copyright © Lyn Church | Year Posted 2016
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