Echoes of Moonbeams

Someone painted moonbeams
in soft shades of silver grey,
and wrapped them in a sheath
of frosted glass 
then blew it gently 
like a kiss into the sky
where it floated like a bubble 
on a sultry summer breeze,
reflected in  lonesome lovers’ eyes 
with shadows weaving softly 
like a breath among their hair.

And when the midnight breeze
wrapped its fingers ‘round a heartbeat,
stealing kisses on the curl
of trembling lashes,
someone sprinkled teardrops
in a peaceful woodland stream
to watch them float 
upon the water like diamonds
and sparkle in the starlight
as they echoed whispered love songs 
in the night.

And as the wind danced
beneath a canopy of dreams
spread across the sky,
in a mesmerizing waltz of aching souls,
someone breathed a sigh 
upon the breeze 
to feel the quiver of its touch 
like a veil draping over tender skin,
where it trickled down like raindrops
in a trail of soft caresses
leaving lovers’ passion
in its wake.




may 2005
Janet Reid


 



Awarded by Flowing Quills ~ August 9, 2005




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