IT’s NOCTAMBULATION LiVING

NOCTAMBULATION

                          Noctambulant—beneath the Moon— 
I    met  a    Sprite—along  the  Path—

She whispered—soft—between the Trees—
“You’ve devoured—all my Hope—”

Her Heart—a Dream—gently placed—
Upon the Clouds—of fleeting Joy—
As if a Party—meant to last—
But vanished—in the Night—

Within my Heart—we wandered far—
I glimpsed—Life’s long—elusive Thread—
Then tumbled—deep—into the Arms—
Of Love—forevermore—

In Petals—lush—of Crimson Red—
And Ivory White—such Memories bloom—
A Child’s Joy—now lost to Time—
Find me—where No Thing exists—

Bid Nature’s Choir—sing of Spring—
The Embers fade—but Love persists—
Beneath the sad—eternal Night—
A Moon—of Silver—wistful light—

(Rev: 08.22.2024 ::)