Lady night
dances across the horizon
flourishing her skirts
of blue velvet
bringing closure
to the day
with a snap of her fan;
leaving a spray of jewels.
Jewels
that frame
the window
to the universe.
The moon and stars,
ever displayed
in night skies,
eternal comfort for
searching hearts;
companions
in the heavens
for lonely souls.
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Exquisite poem. Great metaphors. I give it a perfect 10!