A rosy glow which fades to grey,
as dusk writes finis to the day
The grey deepens to indigo,
the one by one the bright stars show.
Bright sequins on the cloak of night.
My heart rejoices at the sight.
To me the night is Feminine,
the stars just serve to underline
the fact a lady needs to dress
in such a way that she’ll impress.
I am impressed as you can see
I’m inspired to write poetry
in praise of Diana who will rise
to be the mistress of the skies.
26-May-08
http: // blog.my space.com/poeticpiers
A wonderful read Ivor! Delightful sentiments there, a gem for sure! *10*! ! Best regards, Friend Thad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a delicate poem, Ivor! The night's atmosphere was skillfully captured. I love it :) This comment of mine is very late, lol. I'm sorry!