Flowing; not a flicker,
Just pure, flowing light.
Smooth; coming in thicker,
All rife with tranquil might.
Bright, filling up the sky
With tidal waves of glow,
Its dance in thickest night
Awash with graceful flow.
Burning, like a fire,
Pulsing blue and green.
Expanding its empire,
Yet most remains unseen.
Its high tide slowly cedes, at last,
And doesn't stain the sky
As star-strewn night time fields
Enter in the moon's bright eye.
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 10:31 AM UTC
Flowing; not a flicker,
Just pure, flowing light.
Smooth; coming in thicker,
All rife with tranquil might.
Bright, filling up the sky
With tidal waves of glow,
Its dance in thickest night
Awash with graceful flow.
Burning, like a fire,
Pulsing blue and green.
Expanding its empire,
Yet most remains unseen.
Its high tide slowly cedes, at last,
And doesn't stain the sky
As star-strewn night time fields
Enter in the moon's bright eye.
