The night whispers,
In quiet breaths
Of a seducing trance
Summoning shadows
From diurnal slumber.
Roused from their resting place
By chanting phantoms
Echoing between the silence.
The night lit silhouettes
Of motionless designs
Weave varying scenes
Forming thick complex events
Empassion dreams into the air.
The gleaming moon
With lasers of silver
Fills the void of darkness
Alluring the spectral and
earthly alike
To kiss upon the mystic skies.
There's solace in the unknown
Eerily comfort that we're not
alone
Stared upon by the twinkle of
night
Or unseen plains of our
existence.
Olsfred James 2016©
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