This post is a response to a daily prompt here
PS. This daily prompt was made for this blog.
Blissful summer nights,
under the calms of the aging moon,
lie poets filling words with lies
gazing further than the ignorant fool.
The east end sparkles,
lit up with the passion of delight.
The fire burns its brightest,
causing twinkles in the minor eyes.
Inspirations are ready to ignite,
when Twinkies talk to the morning twilight.