The Night's Power
The soft grass,
turned silver
as if by magic, the magic of the moon
its fair rays
sending gleaming bits of lights
across the dew covered ground.
Quiet child,
marvels at the night,
its midnight shadows
when the air is light
and alive in energy.
When the hand of time
its stiff continuous beats slows
and the words is changed into the symphony of the night
the whistle of the wind,
the chirp of a cricket
and hoot of an howl
the perfect harmony.
The girl stands,
her dark hair, hides her eyes
the full moon,
its magic
smiles on her
in her broken smile
She wishes once more
to dance in the arms of her love
who together attempted to defy time
one night in the midnight shadows
There lost
she turns endless turns,
her sleep
a power of its own
is what she sacrifices
for their dream.
To again share the wish of love
that even his death couldn’t erase
from the heart of a dreamer
who believes in the power of a wish.
The soft grass,
turned silver
as if by magic, the magic of the moon
its fair rays
sending gleaming bits of lights
across the dew covered ground.
Quiet child,
marvels at the night,
its midnight shadows
when the air is light
and alive in energy.
When the hand of time
its stiff continuous beats slows
and the words is changed into the symphony of the night
the whistle of the wind,
the chirp of a cricket
and hoot of an howl
the perfect harmony.
The girl stands,
her dark hair, hides her eyes
the full moon,
its magic
smiles on her
in her broken smile
She wishes once more
to dance in the arms of her love
who together attempted to defy time
one night in the midnight shadows
There lost
she turns endless turns,
her sleep
a power of its own
is what she sacrifices
for their dream.
To again share the wish of love
that even his death couldn’t erase
from the heart of a dreamer
who believes in the power of a wish.
