D Night Of Ful Moon Poem by akingbehin daniel murphy

O come with me into this
moonlight world.
The trees are large and soft
tonight,
With blossoms loaded soft and
white,
A cloud of whiteness furling and
unfurled.
The houses give their sounds
upon the air
In muted tones and secrecies,
Their lights like laughter through
the trees.
The evening breathes its vows
into our hair.
The evening puts its lips to throat
and brow
And swears what it has sworn
before
To others and will swear to
more.
The evening has its arms around
us now.