Noctivagant... a moonstruck fool’s pastime
Armour of stars... footsteps enmeshed with time
Night’s opulence swathes day, drapes damask silk
Dims gaudiness... smooths stress, hides trash rank filth
Upon my stroll... I drift past fellow wraith
Whose swift, stealth glance reveals a dreamer... made
Selenophile am I... vampire by day
Cold, taciturn I'm not... love to parley
With scratty Tom patrol, scour... twilight's skies
He’s mystic lore... moon’s magic, etched in eyes
Night’s voyeur... lovers twinkling, hand in hand
Down mémoire’s lane, sense cat... he understands
These streets were once my stage... oh how we danced!
Together, side by side... we walk entranced
© Debbie Razey 2023 - Violet Moon Poetry
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