slithers across the sky, casts a glow
that displays the characters designed
within the night clouds resting
Forming distinguished shapes
within themselves by a gentle breeze
passing in the night, swirling by on
its own destination of adventure
Covered by the evenings darkest of hue
the glorious creations floats in a manner
of lifelessness, but eagerly says to all,
“Come sit with me, if only for a moment”
Pausing, wanting to caress the momentum
of the passing object of a misty monument,
the spirit lingers as it defies its own destiny,
wondering if it dares to linger a moment longer
Moving to another point in time the night
clouds abandon its glorious spot for another,
as a new shape for tomorrow develops for the
youthful eyes to see, as the new morning dawn…
opens just for a moment with its own visual truth
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