"an explanation why"

moons dance across waters,
swept by nights breeze,
sounds of serenity,
echoed through forest trees.

moon glow shimmers,
against darkening skies,
green growing meadows,
appear a snowy white.

These are times to sit and reflect,
upon what has been and to expect.

nights like these help us to realize,
that life is not seen merely through our eyes.

much is experienced,
felt deep within,
subconscious ideals of what should have been.

words dance across verses,
swept by our dreams,
sounds of serenity,
echoed in our poetry.

Measure Magazine Copyright ©1991, Volume LII
Poem By: Tim Tracy
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Invoking The Muse, Copyright ©2004
International Library of Poetry
Poem By: Tim Tracy
All Rights Reserved