Over
the milky-way
in
the distant galaxy --
the stars softly glee,
as the pulsars sway.
The
ink-black night
sets
a fitting canopy,
to
stage the bounty
of
all blue and bright.
On
our ranch pond,
the twinkles descend
to
kiss, to transcend
a
star-studded fond!
In
this autumn flight
of
whispering zephyr,
the
pine-oaks murmur
at
the dead of night.
Bursts
of cackle smack
at
the calming silence --
but
her stolid defiance
lulls
this slumber jack!
In
such ethereal calm,
joy
'n love unending
heal
aches 'n hurting
like
her magic balm.
The
gig of the infinity
across
horizon's brim
fuels
hope and dream
for
upright humanity.
September 5, 2013
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