Another Favourite…. ๐ Happy Poetry Day!
Who can sleep when there are words to write,
While the moon hangs oโre the Slumbering Night,
Chasing dreams in fiction most Compelling,
Pouring out my heart to strangers
And all my secrets telling.
Long the willows caress the Tranquil breeze,
While cicadaโs drone in the darkened trees,
Serenade of Moonlight, listlessly sighing,
While the words take my Heart,
Upon the trades Iโm Flying.
Distant as the glimmering Morn,
All my worries forgotten, like pages torn,
Spacious skies, Drawing my Sight,
While the stars trace their Courses
And cast their Twinkling Light.
Ever I could Walk under the Harmonious Night,
Mute with Wonder at the Lyrical sight.
~Morgan~
.
.
.
Beautiful Original art by: Alex Ruiz
BooknVolume 