Brian Baumgarn Poet Quatrain

Night's Silken Shroud

Each night's wrapped in a silken shroud
when sunset brings the end of day.
We wait for sleep and dream aloud,
"oh let me soar where bright spheres play."

Outside my window, in the sky
the tight-knit flag of night unfurls,
the moon and stars of silver fly
and billow clouds dance, reel, and whirl.

I dream of flying on a cloud
and landing where the stars array;
to greet the endless deep as proud
and view each night's bejeweled cachet.

If, from the heavens we espy
the earth, a luminescent pearl,
do not let our turn pass us by
until we touch her gilded swirl.

Outside my window bright stars crowd
along the moon's eternal quay.
Guide me through night, with hopes unbowed
to fly where stars and planets play.

                       Night's Silken Shroud
                       Quatrains

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Richard Lamoureux March 25, 2015 at 8:08 AM Verse two line two I think you meant to start with as. Now the important part, I enjoyed your quatrain it is imbued with a magical quality.

James Marshall Goff March 25, 2015 at 6:53 AM Brian....poem brought me in close, word-by-word....very excellent work, have time to look at 1 more....will fave you to return later....jimbo