Night
It is a sky of ice scattered on velvet,
spreading its soft, dense blanket
up and to the edges of the universe
Moon, a mirror for the gods to peer in,
reflecting slices o f light that shine
Fingers of the treetops write shadowy
messages across the silence of the night
Still as breath held in anticipation
the night huddles and hovers over all
oft winds sing a lullaby to the ears
of all who are awake to hear its tune
The earth sighs deeply in pleasure
as it spins on its stick with rhythm
Such beauty as this night ,wasted
for the lack of eyes to appreciate.
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