Silver snowflakes fall so easily under the smiling moon... <br />She knows... <br /> <br />Silver rays of light fall from the dark gray sky, <br />And the moon... she knows... <br /> <br />The little devils are asleep now, <br />Winter is singing a lullaby for the young. <br /> <br />The peaceful moon, watching from above... <br />Everything is resting, gently breathing, <br /> <br />You took my hand into yours, <br />And we watch them, as they blush in their sleep, <br /> <br />Even winter seems to sleep, a white night dream <br />Descends in our minds, <br /> <br />I drank from the cup of sorrow and idleness, <br />But instead I’ve received happiness, <br /> <br />Another warm long embrace, <br />And the moon, she seems to know... <br /> <br />The frozen lake, the storm sounds asleep, <br />The trees, leafless, my heart, cover less... <br /> <br />And the moon... oh, she knows... <br />She knows that my heart needs no cover, <br /> <br />For it has found its shelter. <br />A little kiss on the devil’s cheek, <br /> <br />And the moon looks down, right at me, <br />She knows that my wounds are healed now... <br /> <br />©Elya Thorn. Do not republish without permission!<br /><br />Elya Thorn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-fantasy/
