Traces of Late Night Trances

Silken cords of moon-strung light

An owl’s tremor in the night

Skeletal silhouettes dance

While midnight prowlers will unite

 

Parades of shadows unseen

All masquerading as a queen

It’s not all as it would seem

On night’s dark word one cannot lean

 

Cloaked serenades arise

 With secrets one can’t compromise

Luminous gems strung up high

The darkness holds both truth and lies

Author's Note

reviews are loved! thanks :)

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

A powerful piece.

[EdenHarper]

thank you! :)

[zainul]

What a write!
Every word,every sentence seems to be a gem.
Congrats,Eden,Colorado girl for the epic work!!!

[EdenHarper]

well thank YOU so very much intake the time to read some of my humble poetry :)

[zainul]

YOU are most welcome.
They dragged me like magnets :)