A Poem by Rick Chiantaretto

An enchanted night it doesn’t take
For rapture to bewitch your mind with serenity
As you watch mystical creatures from heaven dance
Spell-bound by the silvery strands of moonlight
Haunting the waters of a still lake.

Perhaps it is not such tragedy that, to see,
You must watch from beneath.

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