Nomad Bard

Wandering writer. Strolling Storyteller. Meandering Minstral.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Moonlit Melody

It's late at night and the moon is singing sonorous tunes of whispered dreams through my mind. There is a subtle rhythm to the dark. It can't be heard or seen but thinking of you I feel it. Everything is shadows without light. Still somehow there is radiance coming from your sleeping form. The moon with its crescent glow is pale until it hits the curve of your cheek then like a bottle full of fire flies my soul lights up. My heart fills with watery memories rippling from youthful summers and star laden kisses. As the lunar lullaby soothes my eyes my heart dreams and the silent moments before sleep create tangible visions of our love. All those passionate dreams come true under the watchful eye of constellations named and unnamed are the lucid moments of our past relived. All this from the tender glow of your skin in the shadows of night. So as the moonlit melody brings promise of dreams, I sleep well knowing that your light will shine all the brighter with the rising Sun and the assurance of a more indelible life shared with you.

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