she walks
after the light
has faded
in a long dress
blue-black
in satin
decorated
with the stars
she wanders
no direction
all directions
here and there
everywhere
flowing over
all around
and moving on
all the time
she is moving on
sometimes
a golden moon
will lighten the way
casting over all
a glimmer
of warm
sometimes
there is nothing
to disturb the blue
in the black
perhaps
the stars as she walks
from behind her veil
she watches me
within her cloak
she may hide me
if I need that
when I need that
and I feel her then
in a shiver of spine
and know
she is come
she watches me
~
Poem #531 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
Atmosphere!
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Thanks Mick. Night, the moon and the stars. Always an inspiration.
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Definitely.
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