
You told me of velvet indigo skies
from whence star spangled fingers
softly caress glistening moonbeams
where, under that dark inky canopy
the crescent moon smiles ecstatically
at exquisite brightly pulsating diamonds.
Of flickering comets and shooting stars,
fragmented veils kissing dusky clouds
behind which, dawn lights her new horizons.
The magic blue hour twixt night and day,
a special time of stillness before rebirth
it is in that hour that I think of You…
©Stella Armour 2011-03-11