Mark Scrivener

Poetry Poems Original Verse

Saturday, July 11, 2015



Wild is the wind as it rides with the night,
Wild is the wind as it sets the sky sighing.

Bright's the thin moon as westward it's lying.
Bright is the white-shining chalice of light,
Bearing the circle of earth-light's far shine.

Silent's the sightless, swift passing of time.
Silent is time as it's endlessly flying.

Bright is the moonship on time's ebbing tide;
Bright as it glides beneath dark of earth side;
Smiling good-bye on horizon's black bar-
Leaving the night to wild dark, wind and stars.


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