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The moon illuminates my path.
Everything glows a soft, silvery hue.
Roses in the moon's light bath,
the petals wet with midnight dew.

A meandering brooke, cold and clear,
entices me to stop and drink.
It whispers words only I can hear,
as pebbles in her water plink.

Looking up into the moonlit sky,
an owl circles on silent wings.
Swooping down from up on high,
to his prey, it's death he brings.

Listening to the cicadas hum
their soft mantra of meditation,
my heart grows light and I succumb
to the beauty of Creation.


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The following comments are for "A Midnight Walk"
by Reba

Lovely...
Lovely Reba...great imagery...a relaxing read.
Welcome back.

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: July 25, 2004 )





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