Meandering merciful morning.
The precious jewel in the East follows the sulphur Moon,
sphere of sumptuous dark sky bliss.
And then the long silent Night.
The slumber time world of wondrous vistas
in excursions exquisite.
The peaceful patient Night.
In which eyes of mine animated, alert, awake, amazed
follow Stars across Solstice Skies of turquoise Twilight.
What a beautiful poem Mark. I have read this over and over again….