Member Poem

This strange flame
or was it dreamy
in its dazzle
to an aimless stroll
for me to express
from  enigmatic muse
as shrouded linger
through after hour
meadow craving moon
beam for visual curtain
black sky parchment
dangles in entranced
dim haze curtailment
yet I eschew self curbs
when I reflect profound
the minuscule of spark
that illuminate grassy
wade bird passenger 
haunted yet taunted by
shifting  lumen imaginary
which still appears tangible