City Muse/Country Muse each week offer a photo as inspiration, as a prompt or as a distraction and call it Writer's Block Wednesday.
The moon rises above the lake of liquid silver
The wind rustles the leaves,
Gently swaying the tree branches,
Ghost like,
above me.
I breathe deeply and imagine the evening star
Will grant my wish,
That you will soon draw near
And weave your dreams, your imagination,
With mine.
Beautifully written and I wish I was sitting on the bank of that pretty lake!
ReplyDeleteOh I like that. It was so descriptive of a mood determined by the moon and trees.
ReplyDeleteLook's like you are not afflicted with said writer's block! This was lovely.
ReplyDeleteThat was lovely! Def no writer's block for you! I need a peaceful place like that to hang out right now.
ReplyDeleteTina @ Life is Good
Lovely!
ReplyDeleteOh that was good. I especially liked the ending, "... weave your dreams, your imagination,
ReplyDeleteWith mine."