| An hour before dawn the sky becomes a crystal sea: Wind-torn clouds swim through the air like herringbones of light. Stiff strato-cumulus ripples crest and trough, flow and ebb, As they behalo the gibbous moon with a rainbow aureole. Now suddenly a star emerges, glimmers on the deep, "Behold!" I whisper, while my spirit soars above the clouds. |
(see also TheBrink (3 Apr 2001), ForUs (31 Dec 2002), DayBreak (22 Jan 2004), ...)
TopicPoetry - TopicPersonalHistory - Datetag20041210
(correlates: GreenMountain, AwaitingNess, SkyLights, ...)