Perfection

The bright moon, shining in all its glory Hovers over the pristine lake I sit beneath a canopy of stars The atmosphere still as can be Normally, at this hour, I hear the wolves But this night, all is still They’re never a threat, always…

Hour Twelve: Stipulations for receiving

For my last official poem of the day, I followed the prompt. Don’t panic You may feel that there’s not a minute to spare but the moon is not bound by your constraints If you cannot hear her whispers at midnight do not be alarmed…

Ritual For Happiness (Prompt #12)

Moon above me so high, Hear me speak, hear me cry! The Universe shares it glory! And I seek a happier story. A canopy of flowers in my head, As I softly lie in my bed, I see myself at a peaceful lake… A longing to reveal,…