Monday, November 3, 2008

Twilight Garden

Soft,

Gentle darkness.

Colors fade...

In sparkling moonbeams

Dreams are made...

Of wakeful musings,

Thoughts sublime,

Sweet Twilight Garden

Lost in time.
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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

The little limericks are cute! I made up many as a child. Twilight Garden shows that you are much deeper.

A wise person once told me that poetry is only as good as what you feel as you create it.

I am not good at it. But you very much are!

Your words are as refreshing as the breezes around my white mountain home.

MM