Silver moonbeams paint the ripples
rolling softly upon rich black waters.
A timid undercurrent has visited the bay
filling it with emotion in quiet splendor.
The cool winter breeze caresses me
tracing the contours of my semblance.
As I breathe the vigor of the night air,
and take in the stars with no one present.
It is then I, absorbed in the moment,
ponder why does the beauty of it all
always surrender a place to you?
In a mindful resolute protocol,
second nature revealing in its aspects,
your lips and your eyes... what I most recall.
DionWorx
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