Locked
in the stillness
of a mystical night..
A silent freshness
of listening quietly
bright..
Mysteriously
upon those glistening
glistening stars
seen through
those quiet blind eyes
within the witching
hour..
Knowingly an mystically
within a time
of honor
during a soft given hour..
Hidden secrets
of magickal power…
To be locked
in the stillness
of a mystical night..
A silent freshness
of listening quietly
bright..
This piece inspired
by
a post on hocuspocus13