If the ghost
Of the glow
Of the silver light
Of the waning moon
Took flight
Assumed a shape
Crystallised
Into a form
Of wild beauty
And went softly, there
Bathed in the gold
Of an early rising
Out on the green
Of a meadow morning
It could not
be more beautiful
Than you
With your heart
On your face
And soft light
In dark eyes
Shining
#CoSopoetry