Precious Gold
Precious golden-orange, sky orb
who slumbers through the night.
Bathe me in your wondrous force
of energy and light.
Such a luminary, you be,
wondrous, warming star;
you rest light upon the trees,
though they’re near or far.
Oh, gentle aurora in radiant stream,
my joy beholds thy seductive gleam.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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