There is no sound, the night is still
As I lie gazing on this hill
They shimmer, they shine and they wink
From sky transformed to color of ink
They dazzle, twinkle, glow and spark
Like diamonds spilt on velvet dark
Their beauty so serene and calm
To aching brow, a heavenly balm
Of nature's beauty and delight
So few surpass a starlit night
So romantic and beautiful. It may really be too bad that science finds them to be hot fusion furnaces burning hydrogen that are so far away and so many that they light up the night sky with their presence in the blackness of space. And the winking and blinking is merely the light coming through the variations of our atmosphere.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
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Your words thrill with their sheer beauty…
What could be more thrilling than
Lying back and observing the grandeur
of a starlit night!
Diana…🍃
Ron