Day: September 29, 2015

The flight….

She rose unto the moon

Upon an enchanted night….

Demure and convinced ,

Of the harmless white light.


Longing for a balm,

That would ease out

The folds within.

She flew and flew

Over tides, sometimes dancing.


Here she looks down

And marvels at her being;

That such flight is attainable

Is beyond her fathomable realm.


The flight seems infinite,

She sometimes stops to rest……

Cast into a spell

At the divine…….