Poetic Sketches Poem by DM W

The secrets of the moon and stars of my dreaming,
Are scattered across these crumpled, scribbled pages.
O I do not know where they end or where they begin.
I don't know if they'll echo throughout the ages.
But I do know that they are my spectral children.
And I've composed and nurtured them for many years.
The ones conceived in pink & purple twilight realms
Are my favourites, as they hint at beauty rare.