Hang

Deep steeped in moon's light
sky full a starry summer's night.
Muse formed by photon dust, 
sliding in on glitter's gust
Rising tide and crimson light,
a moment's dark... yearns be my tend.
Now to pass that deep dark night
with each beat of heart 'til thine end.

ELPH© January 21, 2021

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