Sunday, August 14, 2011

Delight

Some nights feel like a dream
in retrospect they're clear,
yet were they what they seem?
or something quite unreal?

How could a perfect night
happen simply by chance?
There must be hidden light,
steps to an unknown dance.

It flawlessly flowed on,
a night from heaven sent;
but now the moon has gone
left behind - wonderment.

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