Rhapsody resounds,
resonating for eons,
what'll be your echo?
Friday, August 21, 2015
N is for ... Night
The vibrantbrilliance surrenders to the shadows of light, Purpledreams come gliding under the moonlight, Blankets of darkness interspersed withtwinkling glimmers of hope, The distance skies radiantwith stains of respite.
Purple dreams under the moonlight.
ReplyDeleteNice image.
Thank you Susan
DeleteWhen I think of night I think of a sky full of stars!
ReplyDeleteI think every imagination brings up the star lit night skies
DeleteYou have me wanting to be up in the mountains right now. Love your poem.
ReplyDeleteThe View from the Top of the Ladder
May be I could join you.
DeleteThank you Susie