Brimming With Mystique

courtesy of Pixabay

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Under the starry sky, I dream and wonder
the harvest moon is brimming with mystique
drifting in and out of deepest slumber
beams of light warmth, when the weather is bleak
restless ghosts haunt singing their ancient hymns
a horned owl hoots form a low hanging limb
mysteries of night, enchantment found me
appearing and disappearing on whim
in an alternate realm my heart beats free 

written for dVerse Poetry form Dizain 
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