Gentle the Night
Gaze from West to East
Gentle gentle is the night
Sunfire turns to dusk
Velvet finery
with angel tears scattered 'bout
caught within it's folds
Waltzing to a tune
played by astral orchestras
'Till the morning light
Where upon she takes
her leave untill she's summoned
by Twilight, her love
Featured Poem on Poetry Soup July 18, 2010
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