Sunrise from the International Space Station Courtesy NASA.gov 

(Notice How Thin the Atmosphere Really Is)

Shine

Put a spit shine on it,

for all that it is worth.

Wear that leather gleaming,

a countenance revealing.

Spotlight piercing the darkest cave,

reflecting upon the water deep.

Reveal in your light's reprieve,

shine off water calcium's seep.

Open wide your bright eyes,

and reveal your gleaming teeth.

Let your broad bright smile shine,

to fear's unwelcome big relief.

Off the water rippling in the dark,

the pale moon's marvelous light.

Giving peace and tranquility,

to a warm, wonderful beautiful night.

Crossing the desert's endless expanse,

with dehydration's mind in a trance.

Distant shine of a mirror offers a chance,

but it's only a mirage of happenstance.

Let your countenance brightly glow,

what everyone really should know,

that when we leave pining behind,

is when we finally can begin to shine.

Copyright 2020 © Ronald W. Hull

2/6/20

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