Nocturnal Blossoms: Petals of the Moon

Nocturnal Blossoms: Petals of the Moon

In silver hush the garden sighs,
Where night‑blooms lift their trembling heads,
Their petals—pale as moonlit skies—
Unfold in whispers, soft as thread.

Each blossom drinks the lunar gleam,
A cup of calm, a quiet flame,
Their fragrance drifts on cool night air,
A scent that dreams and memories claim.

They sway beneath the watchful eye
Of Luna’s gentle, steady gaze,
Rooted in shadow, reaching high,
They bloom where daylight dares not blaze.

So let us wander, barefoot, slow,
Through midnight’s garden, mute and deep,
And feel the moon’s own blossoms glow—
Petals of peace that never sleep.