#enchanted night

[inkandsoulpoetry]

Wild Thing

A poem by Jazmyn Aurice-Marie Edmonds

Can you sit with me 'til sunrise? I'll keep you warm against the cold. While the world lies quiet beneath a dusky sky, Let's take one last ride before the morning unfolds.

Here on the horse's back, it's peaceful— Ethereal beings, heaven-sent. If you listen close, you'll hear their secrets, Whispers rooted in love’s deep scent.

Wild Heart, I'd chase you through every storm and sunrise. Will you sit with me at midnight, So I can rest near your gentle side?

I'd never wish to tame you, Only watch you run free. From dusk to dawn, From summer to winter’s snow-draped sting.

Wild Thing, may I stay your muse? Through every season in between.

Wild One, with your wild heart, Galloping through a moonlit dream— Eternally unbound, our hearts entwined, Forever, you and me.

[kazahana-writes]

The first chapter of my new story "Silverlight Epistles"

Chapter 1: The Letters to the Moon

“What if moon starts replying to your letter?”

“I am leaving this here again” said Iris . She was a daughter of a noble family in Willpower town. she used to love moon. She was a lonely girl. she had no siblings and her friends were also cunning and harsh. She often spent her time staying at home or at night , gazing at moon and stars . She had a different mindset.

She sent letters to moon every night. whispering secrets, sometimes just few lines and left them on her balcony table , hoping moon will read it. We all know that this kind of thing will never happens.

Iris never got a replying letter but neither she saw her letter again that she had sent every night. she believed that moon took her letters away and one day she will get her reply . She never told about this to anyone because she was afraid that they might will not believe her.

Today when she had woken up and came to her balcony. She was shocked , eyes widened . It felt like as if time had slowed . She rushed to the corner of her balcony . There on the table — lay a letter. It was shimmering as if someone had sprinkled stardust on it . It was sealed with a silver crescent moon stamp. To be continued

[centre-cannot-hold]

[lyrinami]

Sleepless Pillager

[nerdstorming]

I caught the Aurora Borealis over Moonvow

[chuckersatz]

- Chorus Of Night Voices -

“Hail, goddess, night wanderer, sun-spurner. Hail, bright-sandaled one: watcher and dreamer, nighteye, downstreamer. You who soothe away day-sorrow, you friend of the outcast heart: touch, touch me now, burn me with brightness, pierce me with white arrows, till I am clean and clear as you, huntress and healer, all-revealer, comforter and destroyer.”

Aug. 2020, Normandy, France

[labradoritedreams]

[silvaris]

Rocca Dei Baranci I by roblfc1892 roberto pavic