Lit Summers sky

The moon, is lit and the stars are glinting
the wed of the night is singing;
Shatters, scatters of hopes and dreams.

The Queen of fatal beauty, sings to the moon
dancing around to the lite midnight sky
singing on high.

Love holds my thoughts
wishes are to be made, on this summer’s night
stars dancing around for wishes to be found.

Dispels the light of the sleepy eyes
darkness is where the dreams to be made
morning is a new page, of the breaking of day.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1986