Up Above
Like a dove
Up above and like a dove,
The heavens stretch their wings,
Myriads in the Milky Way,
The sky makes my heart sing.
Stars adorn the evening sky,
In a stark soliloquy,
Breathing in the country air,
I feel an affinity.
The art then plays her part,
The moon, the sun, and stars,
And clouds fly by, me O my,
A tribe of avatars.
Then the moon starts to swoon,
And casts her magic light,
A blush of ghostly aura,
Enigmas in the night.
Wrapped up in my blanket,
Warm in my cocoon,
The talking fire crackling,
Rays from the waning moon.
It’s close contained and cozy,
Outside the air is cold,
The thump, thump of a kangaroo,
Returning to her fold.
I stretch and stare into the sky,
Right into the heart,
Brushstrokes of the master,
Incredible art.
There are places on the planet,
Please and satisfy,
Then a feeling of infinity,
The art in the night sky.
© David Rudder
2019
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