First light sends golden hue at dawn through clear sky as birds waken haloed high in blue haze and morning star guiding flight from east to west- north to south by sun and moon to still noon and eventide.
There never shall be pride at closing hour of solemn day when evening star discerns the power of love that yearns. Shadows fall adrift as freedom calls the darkest night and fear is gone from sight in beckoning light.
Morning's bright and white in windless flight.... a fading star prevails unseen.... the air serene.
Last Edit: Mar 21, 2019 17:24:44 GMT 9.5 by fjrogers
Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers