Robert 3 Poem by Nicole Middendorf
Robert 3
When morning finally breaks,
I shall ask of God a quest
Something rather destined,
More soft spoken than the rest,
I shall ask of him the night sky,
For thou art the crescent moon
Shining brilliant o'er yonder moor
(O, where do you fade to?)
When the evening sun finally sets,
She meets faces with the horizon;
The worlds are at peace;
Now, in my grasp is my night sky,
I shall use it as a sheet.
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