A Soar, Celestial

One night I stood and, breathless, swooned, Beneath those hems of twilight's wound, To dream and brood on what might be, Should man but skirr that starry sea ... To cast our hopes 'midst midnight sky, Bright jewels of Heaven's bosom, ply ... To plunge an ocean's suns, serene, Through matter, dark and serpentine ... To pierce the trembling veil of night, Or plumb a maelstrom, bathed in light ... To tease the cheek of morn to blush, Then soothe the evening to a hush, Wend soft, the mists, as angels dance, So tasked to trim the great expanse ... And wander, broad, that sapphire fold ... Until the stars, themselves ... grow cold. ~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Poetically Me This Picture What Cha' See" Poetry Contest, James Edward Lee, Sr, Judge & Sponsor. ~ 1st Place ~ in the "Any Couplet Written October thru November 2017" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Judge & Sponsor. ~ 1st Place ~ in the "Early November Standard" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.