Monday, June 8, 2009

Moonvine

There’s a mystery behind
This unusual flower
That comes forth
During the moonlight hour

Blooming to the lesser light
This beautiful white blossom
That came to me at night

The voice of my Beloved knocks
A sweet smelling scent from Thee
Saying, open my love
Come sup with Me

Then by the break of dawn
He closes the Door
The beauty is gone

2008 Patricia A Moore
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