Song of Stars
Over trite words, wind resounds song of stars
to soothe ‘neath a diamond-encrusted sky.
When dawn’s pastel sun shines down from afar,
We’ll remember our twinkling lullaby.
Eve’s cradle song transcends sun’s birthing cries.
A newborn horizon filters fresh light.
Morn breaks too soon, solar display’s contrite.
As sun of broad blues coaxes us out, lest
we retreat in night; our souls to recite
wondrous chorus of glory through darkness.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
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