We Were One

Standing in a meadow of imagination Guided, by a celestial destination Along the dale Follow the trail To a regatta, of fireflies with luminous sails The heavy night air, stills an apprising gaze As lights set the meadow ablaze Yellow green With a lunar sheen A breezy wave, to a star studded scene Bathed in the beauty of a blushing moon Crickets fiddle, night birds sing, frogs croon A cacophony Nature's symphony The sound of heaven, orchestrated brilliantly An owl takes flight to a pied-a-terre Watches, with his wide eyed stare Feeling the love From God above I am inspired, by the awesomeness of For a moment in time we were one What was, what is and what's to come pied-a-terre: secondary shelter an original poem by Daniel Turner