She is simply a child
Nurtured by Mother Sky
In the whisper of a starlit sigh
Garbed in midnight's grace
She is of changing colors
A celebration in gossamer hue
And revelation in each debut
As she begins her destined rise
This child of the universe
Nocturne's glee, it's guiding light
A gauzy vision in celestial flight
I call her Sister Moon
As playful as a child
She dances in veiled grace
Inviting me to envy her colors
And I eagerly await her rise
Into this panoramic universe
Of sky and stars and moon
I've missed you Myrna. This poem is resplendent with the colors of nocturnes glee, and concur with your wonderful ending, my friend. When I am feeling down, which isn't often for I've found peace, I look to the sky, day or night, for solace. Thank you for this, and I hope you are doing well.
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Regis
You have been missed and I was more than a bit worried. But my worries have vanished like clouds on a clear, moonlit sky.
Ron
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JMD
Poetic descriptions of nocturnal delights. Very well choreographed.