A stellar sight delights the eyes
when comes the night from passing day
and ends sun's starring matinée
with drama of the darkened skies.
The world assumes nocturnal guise
as songbirds hush their roundelay.
A stellar sight delights the eyes
when comes the night from passing day.
Will once again a sun arise
somewhere somehow so poets may
in other lyric rondels say
long after earthly last goodbyes,
a stellar sight delights the eyes
when comes the night from passing day?
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A night's view from a poet's eye. Day keeps us busy while the night with all its stellar delights. Fantastic poem 5*****