The stars' eyelashes wink they blink
The lonely Moon smiling all the while
Inviting the night owl
From the rural and wooded area
Where angst wants to nest
Needing mind rest
Resisting the darkly clever sky
Metropolis may miss the Moon and star
Especially rural clear prior wee hours
Though hallow abstains in this place
Amongst the dreary, often the eerie
Golden star, let zenith grant its shine
Allow angels, swans flourishing
Their skies and ponds
Swimming plus gliding in tranquil blue
Not a moment here, nor moment there
Let luminous days plenty accrue.
recommend
Facebook
Twitter
bookmark 
print
Comments: 13
more, please!
blessings