…blanket the moon

Violets blanket the moon
and there is an unbroken dark
the vines are wild yet beautiful
a verdant waltz in the embrace
of a blue lake mist
all the air around grows tremulous
in the voiceless night
and sweeps over me
silence speaks a thousand words
a sweet song of memories
moonlit skin
midnight reflections
then stumbling over beauty
the day steals in like a whisper
and dawn delivers up her breath
a deepening stain of crimson
in ageless splendour
© Ann Bagnall 
2013