A Beckon Call
A beckon call from twilight
And the moon does rise to
Chase the sun from its
High place.
Fleeing from the presence
Of Luna the sun goes quietly
To its rest.
Now sitting upon the throne
Of the night the moon showers
Earth with its cold yet beautiful
Silver light.
Her shimmering countenance
Captures the mind of those
who Reach out with their
eyes and Rediscover
it's beauty.
But alas a beckon call from
Dawn and the sun does rise
To chase the moon from its
High place and a new day Begins.
Updated 1/14/18, for the Mid Jan. 2018 standard contest
sponsored by: Brian Strand
original date 8/07/17
Copyright © Edward Mccall | Year Posted 2017
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