Moonbeam Eyes

 
In each trace of dusk that fall like whispers
The heart becomes conscious of something ethereal
For in the aether filled with mystery and noble melancholy
There is an unraveling of sacred secrets mortals dare explore

Bathed in synodic daydreams of empty cool nox
Each precursory glimmer cedes incurable obsoluteness
Enraptured by evocative lexes through tendrils and facades
The air is filled with perpetual intrigue and palpable impulses

By our own very nature the vivid imagery lingers
invoking an ambivalence of intensity and trepidation
Clamoring for that conscious elation of mutual approbation
Disguised by those angelic and yet delicate moonbeam eyes