.
The Sweet Whisper of Shadowy Hours
Sings Bliss in ephemeral Calm
As Transient Illusion passes, softly,
And all Heaven Sighs with the
Midnight Balm.
Lustrous Time Sparkling Synchronously
Shifting in the Raucous Hush
While Life Bends and Blusters, Unhindered,
And Mesmeric Hours pass with a
Fleeting Rush
Dance then upon the Momentous Gem
Of Life
Of Breath;
Precious Diadem!
.
~Morgan~
.
.
.
Beautiful Photograph found on Bing Wallpaper. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographer. Thank You!
Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
LikeLike
Thank You John 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
You are very graciously welcome.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Lovely poem and nice choice of words in the last line “Precious Diadem”
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks my friend 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person