Clouds Convene
The shattered stars surround the moon
Where haloed clouds convene
To rid the sky of broken dreams
That heavens a silent cry.
The dawn of earth is slow to rise
But midnight can't sustain
Its cloak that covers deep the light,
And breathes a faithful sigh.
With grace, the sun renews the heart
And fills the empty soul.
Copyright © Benjamin Mitchell | Year Posted 2011
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