The aqueous moonlight
floats from heaven.
Sober hues and a tender wind
crisscross the sky.
A hazel mist melts the faint dew
below the sleeping willow tree.
The murmuring water lilies
awaken the eglantine.
While my white eyes are lulled
under a topaz canopy.
Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou
A personal blog sharing heartfelt poetry inspired by nature, beauty, and soulful reflection.

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