The Angel Of The Night
by jing javier
Tuesday, December 17, 2002
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Perched high upon a mountain top
She sits and plays her mandolin,
She's serenading stars and moon,
And bid them welcome once again.
Her tunes are gentle, if not chanting,
She is the angel of the night,
Greets coming darkness as a friend
And puts to sleep the day of light.
The stars applaud her nightly concert,
The moon enjoys her melodies,
And all is good, and all is well,
And all is as it ought to be.
Until the moon begins to yawn,
Until the star-glow fades away,
All is at peace another night,
Another dawn, another day
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|Reviewed by Ed Lupinacci (Reader)
|This just melts in your mouth
and get the endorphins like a piece of chocolate
|Reviewed by Faye Enno (Reader)
|WoW! Such nice flow, left me serene..|
|Reviewed by Sally Montoye
|Love the flow and serenity of this one!!!
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
|This brings to mind such enchanting images and sounds! Love this one, Jing.|
|Reviewed by na na (Reader)
|I can hear her seranade to the stars, so soft and gentle and melodious! You write with the tender touch of an Angel. I love your work. And thank you for the quote on "Ice Castles." Merry Christmas Dear. ((hugs)) Bill Murray
|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|Excellent piece of writing, Jing. You translate these sentiments well.
|Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
|This is so beautiful.|
|Reviewed by James David Compton (Reader)
|Wonderful piece, Jing.
Great flow and rhythm.