Ode to the moon

The raven spread its wings,Across Stygian of the night,The cerulean frothed elixirs black,The wind was but a wight. Hands intermingled,Eyes met in swoon,And that cloudy new moon night,I swear I saw the moon. ~ Tonight I lie beneath the vaults,Silver runs into the ink,The wind ever so caresses me,But I cannot sleep a wink. Hands…

Dark luminescence

The sun descends perhaps in the valley below as the twilight stars twinkle, string along and tiptoe. Peaks are just a silhouette now as the evening glow resigns the trees turn to mirrors emitting everlasting shine. However the stars just stay aren’t fairy lights on the tree for fairy lights stringed today produce warmth and…