A moments magic
Filigree trees with greenneedle leaves,
Cleave and shadow a moon lit eve.
Spearing thin spears of light in flight.
Sending phantoms into the night.
Dancing in shivers of the breeze,
Fluted and finned by moving trees.
Flashing a wizardry dark grey,
Into shards of elfin at play.
Opens the nights magic of find,
Clears the mind from the black of blind
And by the glory of dispense,
It harps on the strings of your sense.
Fills you with soar and flights of awe,
Flies you into fantasies door.
Places you in the haze of dream
And sweeps you to sorceries seem.
A touch of infinities power
And enchanting as a flower.