HOUR OF THE MOON (A Poem)

When sun rests in close distance
And earth bows to the shadows
Your Angel Spirit peers
To share my bliss and sorrow

The rest who sleep oblivious
Lie beneath the veil
Nestled on the cold stones
An all familiar trail

Solace for the dreamers
Warmth that never burns
A quick enchanting union
A Spirit's last sojourn

I marvel at this moment
I reach out to your gaze
My fairy wings a-flutter
I want to touch your face

J.C.

4/18/11
08:55

Art by Lilla Marton