It was time of july.
Well past twylight.
Orbiting orbs of gas turn to stars shine, dimly through with might.

As the beams come through from the full moon.
Enslaving the water and ruling planets to stay.
She sits back and watches calmly as her light approach the waves.

I can stare forever not just a while
she always manages to bring my heart a smile

The wind blows by,scream out loud
Quickly distancing those pestulous clouds

The breeze is chilling, even for me
I turn my gaze and focus on thee

Vanglorious eventide in all of its pride.
Sending melodies like a distance sitar.
Bringing you downloads of another souls memoir.

My heart fills with joy,
the more that you gleam.
I imagine you dancing in the euphoric night
Pondering at your beauty as you explain mystery .

Day has come!
Now we wait for you to return and bless us with your luminance.


© Ashlee Binger