Delight Is the Night
The moon is a curving flower of gold.
Blue silk is the river below
which gathers sweet Luna’s petal-face glow
And mirrors it in a soft fold.
Delight is the night as we - passion-souled -
sail forth on the ribbon’s smooth flow!
2015 poem
For Julia Ward's Sailing Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015
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