‘Gently go the shadows of night’

Gently go the shadows of night 
through a sea of mist 

Without substance 
they do glide amid fragrant woods 
Dense with lofty columns 
cloaked in emerald green 
Ever a’quaver in the cool of evenfall 

Like a whisper in the wind 
they float across a serene lake 
and stir the still waters 
That pervade the silent realm below 

Over the lilac fields they drift

Where they stall
beneath the enigmatic countenance 
of a remote moon
Veiled by a waft of gauze
lost in the vast indigo 
of an ethereal midnight 

~ d.a.simpson ~


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