Reverie

Twilight folds it's dusky mantle
on tomorrow's child.
Approaching night
hides the richness
of earth's vibrant day.

A full moon casts a
silver light
over the open bay,
gilding its dark water
It's translucence
weaves a slender thread
of golden light
Shining into our souls
to give us second sight

Then reposing Heaven
lulls our hearts to rest
in soft reverie's nest,
healing hurts of yesterday.

Lorena Johnson/Cami