Moonglow
The fragrance of Jasmine
is sweet in the air.
And we shall be friends
this magic night and I.
Air as tender as
The perfumed dampness
of a lovers hair.
We shall mingle as one
this night and my soul.
If the nectar of heaven
filled my cup
and I drank its heady brew
quickly becoming intoxicated
by its glorious flow. .
I would still remain transfixed.
Standing in my purest clarity
by the doorway.
Drowning in the falling
blossoms of this moonglow.
The wildflowers tangled
in its mystic light.
Drenched in the sweetness
of the evening hours.
