Charles M. Moore - Seraphim

Seraphim of twilight time
drawing through the veil of shadows
whisper tales of love sublime
and what becomes of future morrows
spread your dream of nature waiting
fan the earth with beating wings
encircle love that's of your making
free the blossoms that you sing
dance with light in glory fires
casting thoughts and spinning spells
imploring nature to a greeting
of the art you grace so well.

Charles M. Moore

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