This Earth, This Sky, This Night

26 May


And how wide then is the sky
when I hold my eyes open,
and stars are painted tassels
of a moonless summer night;
and how high earth does rise
when my breath is of the wind;
and the horizon reaches farther
than the sweltered flesh of sky;
and how wild then is the night
when my dreams dare not fade,
and flowers that bloom in the day
seduce the air with sultry repose;
and how sweet the summer wind
when flesh is bared to its caress,
and night birds that hunt in the dark
bear silent, while a chorus of prey
sing hapless in ceaseless abandon.

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Posted by on May 26, 2016 in My Poetry



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