The Queen of Silence on Valentine's Night

Queen of silence
draped in her own luminous sunshine
Ignores the cold cotton clouds
floating ghostly by,
Pushed by the infinite working breeze,
God’s essential oil of presence.
The ‘Whoo Whoo’ of the night owl frames the moment,
Now trimmed in her candescent skin
Conveys a tool for the boffin’s syzygy.
Moonbeams Strike,
As lovers caress down lanes of love,
Moonstruck, Embracing,
On this Valentine's night.

The Queen hides behind her cotton veil,
Her destiny achieved,
Full moon Fulfilled
For lovers thrilled

poem by Ken e Hall
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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