Scented Moonbeams

by Dorinda Duclos


In the quiet hours before the light

In the mystic call of the seas

My soul forever finds its place

Drifting among the breeze

Cool against my body

Blowing gently through my hair

Wisps of scented moonbeams

Serenade me with the air

Surrounding me in its subtle winds

That sing in lullaby song

Luring me to slumber deep

With the night, where I belong



©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo: Pixabay


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