Full moon rising
On a low horizon
Casting light over nocturnal fields
Contour plowed and quiet
But for the night creatures
Unaccustomed to its glow
Dark eyes, moonbeam gaze
An indirect luminescence
Looking into my mind and soul
Or am I shrewd enough
To keep them hidden, these ethereal possessions
As the day fallen into senescence
11-5-17
©2020 Lenny Wells
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