Basking in the Chilly Moonlight
Basking in the chilly moonlight
Under the cloudless, beauteous cold lathered night
A lady dressed in her feminine mystique
Wanders the beauty of her soul's motif
Becoming something like a mystic tale
For night to tell, and nights skies to sail
The words of its love written on her breast
Her eyes slowly close, frozen in love's rest…
Basking in the chilly moonlight
warm, tender and sweet, this night...
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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