Midnight Garden

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Roses become alien in the moonlight

for how could they be of this earth?

when every curve of every petal

turns into a star – hiding secrets of the past

The light of something once alive 

now dead

reaches out

forming silvery lines

~

Like fingers pointing through the darkness

directing me towards this midnight garden

Rivers of grass become luminescent caverns

hidden deep beneath the sea

Tiny moths circle the air without direction

becoming glittery figures surfing the twelve ‘o’ clock wave

~

Leaves fall to the ground

like comets folding into the dirt

softly

and with the ease

of a summer night’s breeze

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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