The still night seemed to amplify each sound
until each soft noise vibrated loudly.
The torrid air mystic as it hovers bound
above the lake and leaping perch gleam ghostly.
A night of light mist that distorts shapes
tricking the eye as I pass on my way.
Daggling leaves and branches like grapes
brush my skin leaving a smell of hay.
Now it darkens, clouds cover the moon
the wind whips up sending all flurrying.
In this wild tempest I find a boon
that is filled brim full of loving.
The terrors of the night fade
blinded by the blazing rays,
old fears, to them bye I bade
time to welcome back love filled days.
Categories:
daggling, allusion, dark, night,
Form: Rhyme