Wait with me into the dark night.
Light softens and shadows grow long.
Songs of the day drift into a smoldering
campfire, glowing ash hoping for one last
explosion of sparks onto the black canvas of night.
Birds watch in silence. Only the owl defies night's appearing,
floating his baritone sound on the west bound wind. In time, a
call returns with the assurance of presence.
Let us sit together in silence and listen to the earth sigh.
Then, when the moon touches the top of the
tallest pine, let us lay upon a bed of
golden leaves and watch the stars
play among the tree tops.
May our last thought before sleep be wonder,
the last words whispered to the night be blessing,
may angels descending take delight in all
pilgrims who smile into the
night sky.
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A superb Read Very descriptive with a deal of inspired emotion. Thank you
Thank you for your kind comment.
I love this well-penned scene of bedding under the stars.The gentle description of togetherness watching night bring on its display flows in waves of quiet day's end for which I say a warm thank you dear poet-friend.
Your generous kindness is deeply appreciated. I am pleased that you found value in the poem. Grace and peace.
You have a beautiful soul...........
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