Underneath A Spell

A dark blue midnight awning has its portrait, etched by a a starlit silver lustrous galaxy, silhouette of black lace frilled clouds, in somber quietude adrift beneath a vibrant pearl, amber moon whose gleaming radiance bemused awhile, at the stark underbelly of flickering candles, that the urban nocturne spellbound revel in perchance, sleep pattern held captive by ethereal bliss, angelic dreams wrapped in opal tincture, what optic relishes await at early first light, a colourfast dawn unveils it’s bronze bespoke banner, heaven bound yellow flare insouciant whim, red orange burst sky a stirring presage, for wingspan flight of stone gray plume creature, natural world usher whose gold throat cadence, rouses wonderment among the persimmon trees, tapping into human yearning for awestruck omen, Kashmir bright velvet hue azimuth a scant gem, yet sapphire orb twinkles close or distant lure might embolden dull minds with ardent spark