Moonlight-ed Night: A Sonnet.

The perfect end to a straining day.
Illumination borrowed from the morn’s glory.
The age-old waltz of creamy clouds for display.
Indeed an incredible love story.

Starry eyes mirroring the glow of the Artist’s darkened palette.
Freckled by a motif of stellary dust.
The irony of a reverse silhouette.
The sway of nearby trees tickled by a gust.

The intriguing presence of the absence of limitlessness.
Soaring and soaring; have you no end?
Perhaps not; a cogent guess.
The deafening silence from afar, perfectly a perfect blend.

Beholding the irenic sight.
Beholding the beauty of a moonlight-ed night.



Author: Lape

Lover of Christ. Aficionado of art, words and cologne. Student medic. Amateur pianist. Vous parlez Français?

4 thoughts on “Moonlight-ed Night: A Sonnet.”

  1. Oh for the freedom peotry affords! God Himself must have been the author of peotry affording us the joy to unrestrainly express the inexpressible ideas and saintly imagination. Well done ‘lape.

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