in the magnificent moonlight

the oil lamp burns,

casting a solitaire shadow on the wall.

dancing and flickering,

the flame illuminates through the white wine filled glass;

looking like tiny little stars.

the South Dakota wheatfields sway;

the cool harvest breeze

infuses the open sky.

but here,

in this cozy prairie cabin,

the quills ink left these words,

scribbled

and slow to dry on paper.

these words are always

about a dream that still lives –

deep and hidden;

casted aside – but never forgotten –

but always haunts.

when i wake

i have seen you;

when i sleep –

i have been with you.

under this moonlight,

and under these stars that know;

only told in stars that fall.

c.  2016  bgw

About bradford graham west

enjoy poetry about life, emotion and everything in between. it's real and true. - please read and enjoy! - bgw
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One Response to in the magnificent moonlight

  1. reocochran says:

    Very romantic and hauntingly beautiful, Bradford.

    Like

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