Luna’s Spell

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Borne by the moon amidst the mystery of silence

Glimmering light illuminates higher aspiration

Sages and fools alike chase the lofty ideals

Of a myth spawned under pretense of serenity

 

Inception of legend cast in flickering periphery

Cautionary tales of the power of the unseen

Unwavering promises of the peace of heaven above

As whispering breezes bring a restless  calm

 

Unsettled discord between Gods and Goddesses

The troubled wanderings of our night sky’s deity

These things not of an earthly understanding

Shall never be perceived at such a frequency

 

To catch a mere glimpse is a blessing to behold

A shivering shimmer of protective light engulfs

This thirst for knowledge shackles us in darkness

Belief is all we need to be set unquestionably free

 

 

 

 

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I hear them often, though I hesitate to tell

Darkness comes and the rhythms begin

Faintly filling the air with a joyful noise

Floorboards creak and shift in pattern

From front to back and side to side

A woman’s giggle, or his hearty laugh

Find their way to my ears at night

 

I close my eyes and I smile wide

I picture what I have seen only once

A vision so darkly, and vividly romantic

What others so blindly fail to see

 

Was a night like this I was beckoned

By the sounds of bliss from above

I braved the steps to the room upstairs

To find a reason for this noise to be

 

Door cracked open and in plain view

A Mr. and Mrs. dressed to the nines

Gliding and swaying along the floor

While music from a long ago time

Crackled from the antique Victrola

 

Why I have been so privileged

To behold a spirit of enchantment

So chilling, yet heartwarming

I hope to someday understand

But for now, I just settle in

Listen for the music to start

And contentedly find slumber

With a peaceful, knowing smile