by John G Evans

Created on: October 11, 2010

Owl light eyes reflect

the burning shine of a lunar moon,

Rain pebbles free-fall

from out of a conscecrated sky,

Descending through our quiescent time.

Sweet scented Gardenias, intimate night, souls on fire,

I feel you!

Furthest depths,

tingling off my spine.

Autumn has spoken kind words.

Mystical air, Purple Finch, Lilacs adorn

ageless hillsides,

as home from within draws nearer our hearts.

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