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Silent Moon
A transparent glow peeks through a crack in the old door,
I reach out to the mottled handle and pull it open,
Silver light chases the darkness across the room as it fills the space,
I look out as the heavenly body lights the cool, still landscape,
Then all is dimmed by the passing of a shimmering cloud,
I look up at an orchestra of stars, singing with light,
Breathing in the cool air,
Breathing out into the world of twilight,
An invisible wind dances with the trees as their leaves spin and speak,
Flashes of silvers and blues flowering from moment to moment with ease,
The river salutes with a quiver,
Blades of light dancing across the surface as it meanders across a sculpted land,
An owl calls into the blackness of an ancient wood which is home,
Water takes shape in the valley below like a snake formed from a magic once forgotten,
The mist drifts, roams and rambles down the valley in its own effortless serenity,
Dew dropped grass glistens as it greets the flowing breeze, with a bow only to stand to attention for their next meet,
I see nature move as one in the stillness, as I nature myself move through the eternal space,
Gliding through the moment,
A silhouetted lone bench sits on stones which shine as jewels in the night,
Silence is broken as I step only to fall back into which it came,
I sit,
I watch,
And fade away into the beautiful tranquil night.
I reach out to the mottled handle and pull it open,
Silver light chases the darkness across the room as it fills the space,
I look out as the heavenly body lights the cool, still landscape,
Then all is dimmed by the passing of a shimmering cloud,
I look up at an orchestra of stars, singing with light,
Breathing in the cool air,
Breathing out into the world of twilight,
An invisible wind dances with the trees as their leaves spin and speak,
Flashes of silvers and blues flowering from moment to moment with ease,
The river salutes with a quiver,
Blades of light dancing across the surface as it meanders across a sculpted land,
An owl calls into the blackness of an ancient wood which is home,
Water takes shape in the valley below like a snake formed from a magic once forgotten,
The mist drifts, roams and rambles down the valley in its own effortless serenity,
Dew dropped grass glistens as it greets the flowing breeze, with a bow only to stand to attention for their next meet,
I see nature move as one in the stillness, as I nature myself move through the eternal space,
Gliding through the moment,
A silhouetted lone bench sits on stones which shine as jewels in the night,
Silence is broken as I step only to fall back into which it came,
I sit,
I watch,
And fade away into the beautiful tranquil night.
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