Day’s prince,
Robed in
Deep hues of autumn,
Spanning along
Curvaceous lines,
Gradually falling,
Gently lowering,
Fully embracing,
Until taking leave,
Departing,
Disappearing,
Leaving his domain
To a lesser power,
One accompanied by
An infinity of attendants
To adorn the vast
Panorama
With dimmer sprinkles of
Delight,
Keeping watch over
The sleeping beauty
Beneath.
Your words add a touch of wonder to the reign of the sun, moon and stars over God's sleeping world. I love the concept of the stars as "an infinity of attendants...with dimmer sprinkles of Delight." Delightful!
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