A Night
Silver and slim
or wide like a face
looming and silver
staring down at our earth, dear Gaea.
What a celestial orb to be blessed with
hung in the twilight sky
where all is dark but pricks of light
shine so bright
gauzy is the air
and subtle rays bounce off of
corners and buildings
and up there,
a single light
amidst the dark
laughs and shakes the stillness
of the black curtain
before the play
of nature that is day.
Hush little ones, go to sleep
and midnight's solitude will run so deep
in your minds.
Winged dreams float in tiny spheres
so far away,
probably exhausted from the trip here.
And in the cool nights, draping over the cities
and the farms,
and the forests, and the seas.
Those celestial bodies of light
lay their heads to sleep.
And along with the rest of the world,
we
dream.
Silver and slim
or wide like a face
looming and silver
staring down at our earth, dear Gaea.
What a celestial orb to be blessed with
hung in the twilight sky
where all is dark but pricks of light
shine so bright
gauzy is the air
and subtle rays bounce off of
corners and buildings
and up there,
a single light
amidst the dark
laughs and shakes the stillness
of the black curtain
before the play
of nature that is day.
Hush little ones, go to sleep
and midnight's solitude will run so deep
in your minds.
Winged dreams float in tiny spheres
so far away,
probably exhausted from the trip here.
And in the cool nights, draping over the cities
and the farms,
and the forests, and the seas.
Those celestial bodies of light
lay their heads to sleep.
And along with the rest of the world,
we
dream.
A/N: Written in Freewrite of AllPo.
