Auckland, New Zealand, By Night - Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter
It's late at night, after a hard day's work.
The many coloured lights, some distance below,
Flatters the moon with its twilight of stars...
Time and distance just fades into part “of one global,
And undifferentiating light-show, ” of tranquillity...
Overlooking the midnight sky, “turned-down-to-rest, ”
I stand complete, “in majestic paradise found...”
Never could a sacred pose be, of distant architectural frames...
Till I saw this one, of New Zealand; called 'Auckland” by name
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