Your fair flames light quiet Night's potent intrigue;
Peace, silken fire, soothe me, hush my ache-torn Soul;
I don't recall a Time tranquil tunes breathed,
whispered soft news, stroked my tired racey brain.
Grateful feels my Heart inside your love gaze;
Your lunar ampitheatre fills my Soul;
She who sees your mystifying Beauty
Floats, Gifted, in this Night, you golden Globe.
most humble graces to you, Lady Sky;
your songs form colors, celestine symphonies!
Your Dark reveals saints, angels, starry eyes,
Floats, Gifting, Shining Night, your Golden Globe.
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Thank you for affording my brain the first crystalline, serene group of Moments
I can remember.
Do you know how I wonder at your charm?
Grace
Wonderful poem; superb mystical imagery lingering on after reading and re-reading; it's like the moon has pulled up the quilt cover of the night to its chin with a smile, before falling asleep in dreams.
ReplyDeleteMy Heart is humbled by your kind, sweet Words...CherylFaith
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