Cyan Moon

The colors of my heart amiably glaze the skies

of cyan dreams, they come in nightly apparels 
these are the impediments of my soul, a touch
from the hand of my beloved, satiating austere blue

Passions of cyan gleams its' magic with awe
glitters of sighs swaying  quietude,  sweeping
effusively, swaying vapors of augury while
spirits lull upon the gentle heights of panorama

Sweet, gentle sighs heave moments beautifying
a touch from a divinity, and quickens my soul,
reaping me cognition, gently, softly into the night
tucking me, while beams ripple liquefying beauty

 
And dreams cross the hearts of cyan, into the arms
of gentle night, solace rests upon the gentleness

and tales in sweet yonder blue hush into the night
softness lulls me sleep and stillness quietly holds

© Rena Scribe 2015