Museum Of The Night

I walk her halls in silence...with but whispers of starlight
Which illuminate my path...while casting shadows in the night.

As I walk I realize...art...is all round me
And I have to stop and marvel...at the beauty that surrounds me.

How can I not feel blessed walking in whispers of starlight
Down endless halls of beauty...in my museum of the night?

 

 

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mrpoofs's picture

Super sweet. Sounds like your

Super sweet. Sounds like your nights have been loath forgotten...

Blackwingedbird's picture

Subtle and graceful poem

Subtle and graceful poem