Passing Hours - Poem by Yvonne Philpott
Golden orb on sapphire blue,
Radiant, shot burnished blaze,
Above a field of greener jade
Marks the presence of the days.
Peerless pearl of luster bright
On diamond studded onyx wide,
Haloed in a shimmering light,
Counts the hours of the night.
In timelessness, silent on high
Keep appointed orbits in the sky,
To melt in opalescent west
Gently sinking to their rest.
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