Moonlight Mojo

At the time of ethereal elegance of twilight,
Whenever a voluptuous moon
lolls low on a silvery serene sea
gilding the canopy of trees,
the grassy hillside, the meandering streams,
the languorously reclining lakes;

My muse appears to me from nowhere
like a dream
like a flash of inspiration
to a muddled mind
evoking moods of mystical ecstasy.

She glides gracefully toward me
like an elusive wreath of smoke
and gathers me in her embrace
like a silken robe,
hovering around me
like a whiff of fragrance.

She appears as a stirring source of fantasy
Like the magnificent Northern lights
displaying luminous draperies
on a star-spangled polar night,
Like a spectacular rainbow burst
after an intense rain showers
Like a shooting star
Like a blessed apparition;

I take her, as one would,
a reluctant bride
with gentle persuasion
and resilient arms.