The sky decks itself
At night
With spangling stars
Like an Eastern bride
Dazzled with beauty
I gaze transfixed
Like a bridegroom
Starry eyed
I sleep
In the sweet arms
Of dream-drenched night
To wake up
In the waiting morning
For the glamours of the day
What wonders God devises
For the earth born man
Moulded from nothing
But a mere lump of clay
With His spirit infused into him
To make him feel like God
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