It rains opalescent tears
From the clouds' ridge high above
Golden heavens weeping here,
sky keening on the doves
And miles overhead, fly the storm cloud palaces
Cumulonimbus castles, cascading crisply
across their territories, like lightning flashed on glass
Leaving only thunder, and their pervasive mists
Silence for the setting sun
Who garnished its goodbye
With golden rain up above
and gilded darkening skies
Dove feathers drenched at dusk
slick with watery stains
Gray birds who hide in the brush
and sing to each other by name
The doves, they are quiet singers
When the earth is washed and still
Their evening notes do linger
when they bellow or they trill
Silence for the demure doves,
who sing when only let;
a music sultry and so lovely
like folk songs at sunset.
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Author:
Noveyre (
Offline) - Published: June 16th, 2017 09:06
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Comments2
It's been a good day for good poetry . This is no exception . I was immersed in your words and world .
This. Is. Gorgeous. I read and reread.
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