silver birch, blue lotus.﹚moonlight pools in blue of porcelain edges as if silvered threads stitched into the satin expansion that smelled like that of a musk. swathed scent and tide-kissed folios blow as the zephyr sifts through them ever so gingerly. waves reach for the shore, and the waning orb glimmers ever watchful, ever waiting, ever longing—secrets of its subtle, almost unheard murmurs of honeysuckle moonflower.