Magic

Moonlit Wispy Night

Moonlit Wispy Night

I know the colour of magic.

I have seen the sorcery wrought on mid-winter nights
dogs surrendering to ancient heritage
greet the voluptuous moon.

Air like silk flowing over bare skin,
patina of frost transforms lawn to silver lakes
inky shadows of trees are deep pools
where Gorgons may lurk.

The moon flirting, peeking through cloud
wearing wisps like dancer’s veils
awaits a dragon’s silhouette
now hiding, now revealing
an enchanted, torch-lit castle
by day mere ugly stone.

I know the colour of magic.

It’s moonlight silver.