Luna's Serenade
The moon's corona
mingles
with
your
liquid
azure
irises.
Chorusing moonbeams
luminate
your spirit's
spectrum,
producing
a palette of colors
that imbue the night.
Beauty
streaming
from your nacreous being
saturates everything
In milky iridescent waves.
This is why
She sings to you,
her child.
Michael Sell
The moon's corona
mingles
with
your
liquid
azure
irises.
Chorusing moonbeams
luminate
your spirit's
spectrum,
producing
a palette of colors
that imbue the night.
Beauty
streaming
from your nacreous being
saturates everything
In milky iridescent waves.
This is why
She sings to you,
her child.
Michael Sell