I waltz round reticent hours of night
freed from clutches of chaos and din.
The heart although lugubrious at first
throbs wild on arrival of harvest moon.
I sigh and gesture to its poise and calm
as though compelling orb to inculcate
I chase oh promise and wings of hope
lest world’s bathed in blood and stone.
Photo credits: Picture taken from Samsung mobile.
Posted on Sunday Mini-Challenge @ Real Toads
and Posted on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United