Silvery silent lunar beams
flit across prismatic spires
in the land of crystal dreams
igniting bursts of brilliant fire.
On this blessed eventide
jealous stars remain subdued
as nighttime splendor is supplied
by a sparkling fairy’s interlude.
Visions due the secret mind
borne on lucid wings’ bright thrust
momentarily part the blinds,
then we blink them back to dust.
1 comment:
Well, that sounds much more heavenly than death itself. Beautiful writing!
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