The enchantress begins her ascent <br /> upon a backdrop of midnight blue. <br /> Stars gather as if her children <br /> to attend a bedtime story. <br /> <br /> She reached out and rises higher <br /> to met her reflection. <br /> As a father shines upon it's child <br /> And the child reflects it's father's love <br /> <br /> As I gaze upon the face within the moon <br /> I realize, it is mine. <br /> So, I sit upon a lush green field <br /> with scents of chamomile and sweet jasmine <br /> <br /> Drinking moon beams and <br /> remember <br /> Reflections of Midnight Blue<br /><br />Deborah Ann Baker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reflections-of-midnight-blue/
