Peep Show
Peep Show
At the brink of twilight where it becomes ever so
Difficult to discern one realm from the other,
I find myself in a grove of hemlocks where the grey mists
Swirl around me like little whirlwinds of dragon smoke.
I am blinded by ambiguity as this damp, frigid veil pulls me
Nearer some vortex with an otherworldly force that graciously
Coaxes my surrender and gently suckles my ravenous curiosity.
The fog lifts and separates just enough as my vision redeems itself.
The night's robes are fashioned of soft blue and black velvet
Twinkling occasionally with lustrous golden sequins; but wait.
The jewels grow larger and more resplendent until alas, they have
Paraded into a perfect dancing crown hovering just beneath my knee.
Luck of the Gods that I might bear witness to a ring of sprites on this eve.
Dainty and delicate, their vespertine promenade delights and chills me.
With hesitation I turn my back on the flurry of cobalt fire and emerald gaiety
Only to find that the path leading home is no longer there.
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Oh lady of the night sky -- these words are indeed starlit. :)
Thank you <3
I like this one a lot...:)
of course and that generally is when one reaches for a compass and hope the forces there have not beguiled it...
Why, thank you :)