Now And Then Poem by Dickie G Berg

Now And Then



The shy eye of heaven stirs,
Beneath nights of tender breeze;
When storms are far from ear,
And tempests fret above the knees.
There, the keen moon gloats,
For dreams are beamed higher
By breezes deep beneath;
Strands of endless selves,
Girdling night’s ghostly eye;
The moon’s lively cargo
Sentinel lighthouse of sky.

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Stella Mary 01 February 2012

A really good poem. How old are you?

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