28 December 2012
The hue of blue along the shadowed sky, Which covers the dull shimmer of the glittered clouds, The stars too faint to be called a dusting of silver, As a sweet glow of luna light shines down and kisses the earth, A touch of heaven.
Dirt underfoot caresses the soles and paws, With dainty steps and strides of faith does it cling, Shades of silver glint in the upward staring eye, Then a playful smile does touch their lips, They walk along.
Echoes of madness peek through the fog, A lingering of lunacy, Sticks to stolen voices like sand mixing in water, Cries of birds and wolves alike, They are calling.
Drops of water tumble from the sky, Like crystals as they reflect in the moonlight, The chilled twilight air carries and composes them, With its steamed white breath, they dance, The world starts to shine.
The Angel's spotlight makes its retreat, Hiding behind the veil of cyan which reaches the stars, The howling fades and birds scatter away, The living below no longer illuminated, Heaven is a mystery once more.
Luna. • Opuss № I