4 am poem

[arethinn]

on lapis fringes of my thought
I catch the velvet whisper
of Night's star-sequined cloak
as, stepping through the gate
of Twilight's garden
with the jewel of the Moon
about her throat,
she lights down soft
to dance with us.

Comments

[silvaerina-tael.livejournal.com]

I like that. I also like the user icon....

[arethinn]

Thanks! The icon isn't my own work, of course, but the poem is.

[istari.livejournal.com]

Beautiful!

[arethinn]

thanks!