Sterling tribute to spent fray
Universal trek around milky way
Nexus of night and day
Solar sparks igniting passion play
Enchanting fluorescent light display
Twilight's silver streams night betray
For each time tough
teardrops fall from your
eyes
for each night your still
stream screams out loud,
for each dusk that your
lovely light cannot be proud
blame it on the rain that
storm your scene, oh skies.
For each time the green
grasses grow like wild fire,
for each season the streets
go to sleep too early,
for each night you cannot
see through the window
clearly,
blame it on the rain, that
made sweet sights to retire.
For each time, the sunlight
could not smile at noon,
for each time the stars
cannot sparkle at twilight,
for each time the sweet
singing sparrows take
flight,
blame it on the rain... when
at dusk you find no moon.
When cold carresses your
skin as you lay in you bed,
when the warmth of the
wind has been stolen,
when the soothing skies is
soiled and swollen,
blame it on the rain that
you had to hide your head.
Haikus of the night
brightly stars twinkling
diamonds about the night skies
dead on arrival
reflective presence
as the night begins to fall
half moon pale light bay
a howling lone wolf
search under the full moonlight
mating rendez-vous
By CarolineCecile
copyright © 07.25.11
As night descends
God's paintbrush colours the night sky.
As night descends
purple, pink and violet blends.
An artist's mural floating by.
Beauty to bring tears to the eye,
as night descends.
At night the Morning sleeps and Night she is
Wearing a pearl of stars and moon-lit ring
Her quilt spreads through the firmament a quiz
Unquestioned by nocturnal beasts that sing
I wonder what it would be like to dream
Without the beauty of her essence drawn
To ever be a Queen or ever gleam
The diamonds from her darkness after dawn
Nights ornaments are much to fine a view
That our erotic eyes romance and spy
For it would be a crime if no one knew
Her chandeliers that constellate the sky
And be it may I lay on fertile flowers
Gazing her gown that glitters after hours
The sun moves below the sea,
For it is time for the moon to lighten the sky for all to see.
The sun knows its had it glory for the day
And now the moon can be the star of the sky.
Now the stars come in with a booming effect.
All around the sky making me feel like an insect.
Shooting by goes a star that tried to make it to me,
What a good feeling to know the earth protects me.
I prefer the night life because of its beauty.
Don't get me wrong the daylight is stunning.
But at night I feel safe and warm,
Maybe because of the moon and all the stars are born.
-eddie
Written 3/16/11
The night has many faces,
Some are bright, others dark.
It's eyes stare deep into your soul.
They twinkle with deceiving beauty,
but let them not fool you. They are
the eyes of the many the night has
claimed. Look closely and you will
see that revenge is there only goal.
Like a beautiful flower enticing a
bee, they hope to do the same. But
not all is lost. Just as the night
entangles you in it's darkness it
is fought off by the luminous moon.
Let it be your guide in the obscure
night. It's light radiates throghout
providing light for the blind. But
even the radiant moon must rest at
times. In those times of darkeness
trust not the night and it's beautiful
eyes.
The night is young
Everything is so beautiful
Be hide the clouds
Lies the full moon
Darker the night
More everything shines
Stars, moon, and darkest
Makes night more magically
I can stay in the night forever
Day can never come close
To the dark
The night is beautiful
A rippling stream
in a moonlit night
moon in her lap
molten delight
dancing down
a sleeping hill
singing a song
and making twirl
softly breaking
the silence-glass
telling her presence
the dancing lass
murmuring leaves of
pine,oak
nudging each other
to start a talk
with this damsel
lovely stream
in this night of
moonlit dream
falling in love
the starry sky
flying kisses from
up so high
a different dream
in dancing mind
the rippling stream
is trying to find
the midnight trail
of a night bird
its distance call
could be heard
the dancing lass
wants to fly
with that bird
in the sky.
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I Looked up and witness Gods tears caught in the night sky
as they dance around the moon which mocks me;
For like the the moon tonight, i am half full
And like that half moon i will circle the Earth until i find my light.
The light which reveals the essence of who i am and why i am.
The light, whose looking for me,
....She is my Sun
And so be the will of God for i and her to meet?
Then let our hearts paint the skies
And our love guide the way
Towards our new found lives creates
A night within a day
Written: 2/12/11
It is the ending of a lovely day.
The baby birds are causing Mom distress.
I hear them peeping in the big oak tree.
“Now hush yourselves”, their weary mother says.
“We must be up to greet the early dawn.
When God sets fire to all the eastern sky,
Be there before the early worms are gone.
Now quiet down, I’ll sing a lullaby.”
Her sweet voice rises, lulling babes to sleep.
All night sounds still to hear the lovely song.
And from young birdlings not another peep;
Their mother’s near to guard them all night long.
By: Joyce Johnson
See the sun going down
golden glory sighing lone
time for his existence to be known
for when he leaves the others cry:
O light that shines, don't show then hide
for we are hungry to survive
your golden fingers; Midas touch
leave not solid, but warm and lush
how could our aloe leaves than sooth
If you just come to surely move
Yet the sun keeps slowing thrown
and peers to those who blow their moan
just smiles with eyes of lion sight
and blast his rays with all his might;
his last goodbye before he goes
and whispers to those what they should know:
In the night there's much to fear
of odd creatures and noises *****
but the moon will glow her stories
and luminate her lullabies
so bud your heads and clover in sleep
For in the night you grow
and have the day to sweep
full in its glory
brighter then a star
flower's close as night falls
night creatures come out of their hidding places
moon's rais are creatures of the night light to see
like the sun only better
There is an enchantment in the Killing Frost
It's the most magical night of the year
When the abundant blooms of Summer
Are put to sleep by Frost's frozen tears.
The Killing Frost arrives here silently
Flying in ahead of Winter's incoming wrath
Covering all things that are of the earth
Putting to sleep all flora in her path.
As the late Autumn sun sinks below the horizon
On this Special Night of the year
Plants which were all alive this past morn will be no more
It's time to make way for Winter's Cheer.
Everything Frost kisses will be put to eternal repose
Adorned by Frost's magical breath during the night
All will be dripping in Diamonds in the Morn
With which to dazzle by soft Morning's light.
Winter will be arriving shortly now
And Frost will take her leave
To make way for fluttering snowflakes
Which will come to dance during the long Winter's Eve.
(December 29, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Memories come alive of childhood days gone past
When at day’s end I’d lie in bed, at last
The house was quiet on those moonlit nights
We’d gaze so amazed at the glorious sight
A gigantic ball hanging in mid night blue skies!
Like a Chinese lantern, by invisible strings hung
As noisy crickets sing their shrill song
Fireflies in the garden played hide and go seek
While little girls and boys found it hard to fall asleep
Their curious minds filled with questions so deep
I believed truly, that there was a man in the moon
Who in recline like I, would be off to bed soon
Who delayed sleep each night to hear the tired sighs
And share imagined tales of adventures in space
Bringing warm smiles to brighten a little face
Then slowly behind a cloud, he’d peek with one sleepy eye!
When suddenly a brilliant shooting star would whiz on by
Excitement reigned for a while as sleepy eyes roamed the sky
“Man in the moon, today I ask of you-
Did you see me back then as I saw you?"
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