Mark Scrivener

Poetry Poems Original Verse

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Yellow Moon


 Half-lidded eye of slumber,
Far-spying on the dream,
Late, silence-rising world,
The yellow-rising moon
Now silhouettes a single,
Broad, distant skyline tree.

 From misty, midnight east,
It ventures on the vastness,
Where stars in hazy number
Are summer-patterned on the sky.

 What beauty's stolen by the eye:
What artistry of wide creation
Our casual vision takes for free.

 What brush could brave
This scene's perfection?
This subtle luminosity?

 Mysterious and deep is sleep...
But ah! What miracle it is

To see.


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