Photo by Guillaume Galtier on Unsplash
These nights are spent in lonely
contemplation of the sky
with its twinkle
and its spark
and its flaming in the dark
and its subtle ebb and flow,
ebb and flow.
The stars all seem to whisper,
sending dreams into the night.
Dreams that dance,
dreams that leap,
dreams that fall about in heaps,
dreams that settle raging hearts to
peaceful hearts.
With the coming of the sun
and the sinking of the moon,
there's a sigh
and a moan,
and the horizon blots with foam,
and the night birds sing goodbye,
sing goodbye.
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Kari McLeese
teacher, wife, mom, bibliophile
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