Swirls of Gold Filigree
A ghostly moon starts to rise
in the night; when daylight's done.
And orange and tangerine
envelope a crimson sun.
Heaven's draped in black velvet,
studded with galaxies of light.
And swirls of gold filigree,
confetti the dark of night.
Spinning pulsars and quasars
add rhythm to time and space.
And in this cosmic ballet,
gravity provides the pace.
Mars ascends in shades of red,
evoking passion and praise.
And claiming Her rightful place,
Venus peeks down through the haze.
And shooting stars disappear
within the blink of an eye.
For the kingdom of magic
lies as near as the night sky.
(Quatrain)
1/27/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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