As the light settles down for the day,
leaving our precious town,
for the moon to shine and play,
it shines a light of purity so fine,
and illustrious, a gift to us,
that the maidens themselves pine,
over the lost day, as they brush
their silken hair, they know
in their deepest hearts they can't compare
to the shine of dusk,
the light that blesses all it enlightens,
showering with warm rays
beauty upon all.
Its loveliness must now depart,
leaving our small town,
with but a resemblance,
a shadow of its glory,
the pinks and yellows dance
across the pale blue sky,
entwined,
in their own magical wonderland,
ensconced in one another beauty,
like new lovers, oblivious.
The moon watches on,
apart,
not overly anxious,
knowing its watch
will begin shortly,
and its beauty,
its cool,
crisp,
presence,
will be the subject of song.
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Dawns mutterings
PoetryCompilation of poems, inspired by natures bounty. We are of the earth, so it is only fitting that it in turn inspires us. Although much of my poetry is in some way inspired by nature this small compilation highlights just how much it impacts all I d...
