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                                                     "Summer Night"~  Albert Bloch 1913



Moonlight basks upon us

Bathing us in its silver rays

The night air cools the days worries

Sends them skipping into the night

Lunar cleansing beams free me

Sanctify me

Glorify my soul

Yet

Holding your hand 

In the glow of this blue moon

                                                    Is the rarer gift yet


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7 comments:

Tigerbrite said...

This is lovely... sanctified by moonbeams :)

Berowne said...

Beautiful thought, nicely expressed...

Helen said...

For me, this was like a soothing lullaby.

Tess Kincaid said...

Lunar cleansing...yes...

Carrie Burtt said...

Your poem is a beautiful gift....love this! :-)

~T~ said...

Lovely!

Margaret said...

Hand holding. Great ending