Waiting Moonlights
It's the calmness and the arresting peace;
layered by the soft breeze of summer.
waiting moonlights, one summer evening.
a quarter to seven -- dusk, maybe?
Maybe i want to see the glorious moonlight;
trying to surface from the transcending clouds.
Lights, slowly... willingly shining upon.
a witnessing sight to wonder, somehow.
And there you go, finally smiling...
your moonshine - - - beyond profound.
Indescribable, as you get to manifest the
exquisite beauty, leaving me speechless.
~billymacdeus ® poetry
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