Under Lunae's Glow
Under Lunae's Glow
is where, when I am the happiest
When moon dust are sprinkled on my rooftop;
When phosphorescence takes its lead;
When darkness begins its blithe magic;
I build my castles in my little corner,
where my books are trees and
thoughts are the oxygen stream.
Daydreams meet my twilight lushes.
The spirit of blissfulness kiss my cheeks,
And chases my worries towards the blackhole.
This is a prompt from Poets United. And this has been shared here.
6 dropped their thoughts:
love the blackhole finish...the ultimate night
great word play. love it.
Cool blog :)
Definitely, Maybe
"When darkness begins its blithe magic;" - I love that line! :-)
I, too, was surprised and pleased with the black hole reference. This is often considered a negative entity. You made it not so. Lovely.
lovely poem... I like this first line, it's so visual to me and like the rhyme: 'When moon dust are sprinkled on my rooftop'
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