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Moon of the Morn’
So tranquil is our landscape,
calm in its everest blue.
The summer moon, full in its splendour,
keen for the watcher,
gone apace the sprinkled dew.
Beauty few grasp to elate.
Reverent, spiritual night,
sing silent to the heavens.
Weep with the morn', weep joy over all,
even light can fall.
Gentle, mortal eloquence.
Godly harmonies take flight.
Written 2010-05-12, © J. Dobbins
calm in its everest blue.
The summer moon, full in its splendour,
keen for the watcher,
gone apace the sprinkled dew.
Beauty few grasp to elate.
Reverent, spiritual night,
sing silent to the heavens.
Weep with the morn', weep joy over all,
even light can fall.
Gentle, mortal eloquence.
Godly harmonies take flight.
Written 2010-05-12, © J. Dobbins
Published 1st Aug 2012
| Edited 21st Sep 2012
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10th Aug 2012 9:04pm
I must say that this a beautiful piece you have written. You're first two lines were my absolute favorite. It actually reminds me of something I would write myself. Wonderful job!
12th Aug 2012 9:56am
Thanks, Jessica! Glad you like it. The beauty that nature provides is what moves us, to even respect the dead leaves.
26th Sep 2012 10:28pm
this is so calming and beautiful. well written. adding this to my reading list to return to it...
27th Sep 2012 8:50am