On An Early Spring Evening
Her beauty transcends all
A gentle breeze among the trees
The sun has bid adieu again
The lingering light, a pleasant sight
For me, the least of mortal men
I see her face the evening grace
A slender crescent pale and fair
Her westward stroll, on wings she rolls
Midst Heaven's stars without a care
Transfixed, my gaze upon her lays
She brings me light and solemn peace
But can she care? She's not aware
That I exist, of all the least.
(Written in memory of a very special person that I truly admired. Inspired by a beautiful and memorable crescent moon in the month of April.)
About the Creator
John Markham
I’m an amateur at writing. I began writing fiction/fantasy as well as poetry as a teenager.
My current stories are about a wizard from Earth named Draco Moonbeam on a clandestine mission in the White Kingdom on the planet Gaia.



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