Nights Tender Keeping


Through open windows
Luna shines her light
upon living waters dance.
She
(in her mind)
so free.

Wind chimes sing.
Lull her with their melody
in these…
the sweetest hours.

Dying embers of day
fall…
warms an insatiable love
which refuses to slumber
in her soul
despite the bodies sleeping.

She’ll close her eyes
to the lady’s silvery gaze
glimpse a little Utopian wish
before sinking into nights
tender keeping.

~*~
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