The peonies rest

The peonies rest their heads
In an empty silence
Of the moon-splashed night.
Everyone has forgotten
 
Time as it ticks the seconds
Away into the sleepy stillness
Of the illuminated night.
The night is its own entity
 
Like a shadow creeping
Around every corner
Of the star-encrusted sky.
It possesses legs and
 
Wants to know where
You want it to go.
It has its own heart
And beats to the thump thump
Of the dreamy, moonlit

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