Clothed In the Cloudy Morn
Stargazing into the unknown
A million sparkles
In a sea of obscurity
Feeling nothing, felt by no one.
Asking for a sign above
A noble comet ablaze
Doth grace my presence
A treasure from God above
Dew then fell, upon my locks below
Had it been a dream, in lofty thoughts
Awoke with a treasure chest in bosom
Clothed in the cloudy morn.
Copyright © Andrea Travis | Year Posted 2013
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