Silver Darkness

The water shivering in the pale moonlight,
While the warm spring breeze
is making the silver ripples
go up, down, up…
Everything so peaceful…
The moon is slowly bathing in the
shallow water…
The breeze is making the silver ripples shiver…
Everything that could be heard
Is silenced…
The dark, black night is everywhere, and the darkest sky is sprinkled with the brightest stars you’d ever see…
The wind is most free you ’d ever feel…
The greenest grass is moist and soft, as soft as any feather…
As you raise your head up to the
darkest sky, you see the moon, the palest you would ever see…
Your gaze moves to the starry sky, the most beautiful you’d ever see, your eyelids feel heavy and
you see the last of those stars, that sky,
and those waves
whispering you
to sleep...
You feel the grass so soft, so nice...

I wrote this poem a long time ago. I-meaning by the nickname of Tatiana Grotter.

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