When the moon sings,
time stills, and
after-aches sleep in the purple-shadowed night
while diamond ships sail,
~spraying if in silver light~
love comes, seafoam-born,
ephemeral and eternal
crushing worlds and driving dreams—
listen to the sky– a symphony of roses rises at dawn.
A collaboration with the Magnetic Poetry Oracle that also works for today’s NaPoWriMo prompt. She loves the moon–and the puente form.