So Many Nights
Should I have so many nights as these?
so starry and beauteous bright?
moon hung like silver(an) shine;
breeze eased with earthen mood,
the leaves rustle with lyric....
chimed, with the bustle neath
pinked-rose sky:
Everywhere voices, and smiles ----
pretty girls....
soft little lights,
winking atop heavenly spires
As if a generous balmy-goddess
and her garden of sugar,
rose and peach and cinnamon
sweet, apple pie fermented
earth about:
like a lovers' kiss
Even the brazen haggled man,
cornered out;
pockets filled a little more,
widened smile
(such glint in the eye!)
Like silver(an) shine ----
he knows this be the last
of so many nights,
Starry and beauteous bright....
pinked-rose sky....
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2014
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