Summer nights (#2): Processional

The night sky has often inspired me to dream, think, wonder and write. 

This poem is a perfect example.



Moonrise comes early tonight

The sky filled with bright dancing lights on either side

This holy, heavenly waltz brings coolness

and the west wind

A comforting breeze


Billowing, pillowing clouds hold the sun

And lay it down to sleep

While the silent armies of stars guide the moon

on the way
to its throne




© Gayle Force Press 2013



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