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~An ode to her gentle night penned with inspirational incantations~ |
| ~Gentle Night~ Free Verse Th' gentle night unwraps her silken scarves around th' darkened heavens alike th' wind, ‘Pon her silenced shelves spilling her desire, into th’ rough-edged spheres enlaced wing. Tender moons wash th’ labyrinth of her sea, hovering over her sandy dunes silted-shores. Voices echo her majestic aura in full bloom, permeating her fragrantly-bless'ed mirages. O’ gentle night she sings her wandering song, spent of th' sensing bell embraced in her flight. Quiet as her hush, mauled over in dark despair, enveloping th' ebb-rolled salty-spun sea she'll fly. Her veil of dance splays her resounding dress, leaping into th’ soft hearts of her lovers shadow. Languid ‘pon her fain reside, a tryst in th’ night; as her gentle night’s lilt fire raptures her prisoner. Copyright ©2008 B. Regina |