Blue Mist
Night summons a misty-blue
realm,
and magic is limitless,
boundless
in vast universe. Azure deep,
dreams wax,
wane during night's crescent
moon.
Mind's aglow in reverie amid
tapestry
of dreams. Ancient
myths, superstition
and mystical traditions flow
in shades
of blue like sky's perfect
hue.
In whirl of renewal, dreamer
journeys
on wings beyond caverns of
light, soaring
in essence of new insight,
free, joyous,
winding through night's
shining stars.
Marlene Million is a retired
insurance secretary from her husband's business and grandmother of four. She
has published two chapbooks and belongs to several writers’ groups. She had a
poem on display at Indianapolis Arts Garden the month of February, 2013 and has
been published in a variety of venues.
Lovely poem. I have blue eyes, so I am predisposed to like the subject matter, I suppose.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Marlene, many brilliant threads here waiting to be woven
ReplyDeleteMagical Marlene
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