Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Unseen Serenade
Unseen Serenade
Who are You, playing your lute
in my garden at midnight?
What is this magic
drifting into my window?
That old trickster moon is listening once more
and so am I.
Spellbound by the notes
of your song.
Dorothy Walters
October 11, 2014
(Image found on internet)
