The world sleeps -
mere mortal minds adrift,
and specters become voices
echoing such emotion in the wind
that stars begin to spin and fall
just as the earth begins to dream again.
Oh, silent mystery of all
no matter whether warm or cold
how do you come to be?
Such magic forming
within a tale of what must be
and the brink of its instinctive creativity
that seems an end; for all reality must fall
to complement its never-ending inspiration
of all that destiny deems future's worth;
yet this creation is the matrix of it all
as the goddess of this night divine
takes time to put the mind at peace again.
While angels bring the stardust
all past of pain with healing power
in this, the hour of earthen slumber,
even as the mother of all nature
bares herself and dares to love again . . .
Copyright© 2000 Michaelette L. Romano
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