The Sky’s Betrothed

The Ebon Night …

A sheen of alabaster haunts the ebon night,
In breathless epochs that come to pass
Schools of fireflies heap above the clouds
As capricious auras swath the grass

Captivated by that chaste, snowy beam
With eyes scintillated in stolen glance,
And frozen seconds, hint to nihilism,
In powered particles came an ivory lance—

Her hoar-frost simpered, my eyes descried,
of lunar parades in mirrors of white.
The moon is change, so why do I love it?
Is it the sheen, the wane, or wax I invite?

Is it the smiles and frowns she hangs on the night
Or is it the antiquity she recalls
To wax and wane in warfare and peace
And spend each morn in resplendent withdrawal

Oh dimity mistress partaking the sky,
in quietude’s screen, as the sun her swain.
She sheds the tincture dim, as joy pervades,
But known to none, she cries when it rains

Each dawn when she rests, and the sun shows its glean
A piece of her fades to the velvet boon.
The lapsing sun like a ship in propinquity
And in the echo of love utters, “Hello moon.”

 

Paul Neglia

Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.
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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

4 thoughts on “The Sky’s Betrothed

    • October 12, 2017 at 12:53 PM
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      Thank you so much Phyllis for your kind words.

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  • October 10, 2017 at 10:12 PM
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    Beautifully descriptive and fluently emotive, to glimmer in the light of natural beauty and impart the wonders in the heavens. Great work Paul.

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    • October 12, 2017 at 12:54 PM
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      But alas their love is like two ships passing in the might, but for a few brief moments they enjoy each other. Thank you so much Tony.

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