Glowing aura of white half moon
Illuminating the night sky
Settles into the cushion
Of a large cloud like a
feather bed.
So softly it lays, resting,
Ready for sleep
It sinks in deeper
Disappearing
Into it's midnight rest.
(6.24.7 The Gift)
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Great images and personification. Soothing and restful, your poem makes me appreciate restful sleep!