By Moonlight Poem by Gene Mariani

By Moonlight



She comes to me by moonlight
In the cool whispers of morning
I hear her voice echoing down
Moon-splashed mountains
And across valleys dressed by Autumn.

An apparition of long ago,
She seduces me with promises
Of things to come
While errant winds sing
Songs to silent trees.

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