Midnight Stroll by Mike Williams 02/14/2016 @ 11:26 P.M.

Midnight Stroll by Mike Williams 02/14/2016 @ 11:26 P.M.

The moonlight hangs lowly upon the pine,
A luminous shape shifts up in the sky.
The lull and hush faintly whispers of time,
As the meadow lark trills, but asks not why.

I ponder slow over the leaves and grass,
With the wind playing soft upon the reed.
There in midnight’s silence I dare trespass,
To quake the ground and the slumbering seed.

Entranced in dim-eyed glazen sagen hues,
My mind melds in vision and memories.
As I longly stroll with the moon in view,
Into familiar silvan silveries.

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