An eye-lashed Sun, throws a drowsy glance
through stenciled clouds.
A petrel patters on gilded rise
dispersing nuggets of shying light.
An island looms from darker quarters
lapped and stroked by friendly waters
how welcome is the night.
A pyrite Moon has cast away
through pearl littered heavens
and as she goes
the traveler shows
a chameleonic change
to white.
Phosphoric beams that
highlight themes of
difference in familiars
from milk washed islands
to silvered seas
so welcome
is the night
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du Tabac pro says:
(you have no idea how hard it was not to say "terns" instead of "pivots"...)
Ali B replies: