Heavy Moon

When midnight falls, a dreamlike world unfolds,
Where fairies flit and dance with sprightly glee,
And mortal hearts, by love’s sweet spell, are hold,
Entranced by all the wond’rous sights they see.

The moon, a glowing orb in starry skies,
Illuminates the woodland’s dappled glades,
As lovers’ sighs and whispered lullabies
Are carried on the breeze like serenades.

In this enchanted realm of make-believe,
Reality dissolves like morning dew,
And all the cares of day begin to leave,
As hearts are healed by love’s enchanting brew.

Oh, midnight summer’s dream, so sweet and fair,
Thou art a realm beyond compare.

:: 02.23.2023 ::