Amidst the vast expanse, where whispers weave,
The moonlight bathes in its argent sleeve.
At midnight's throne, a spectral ballet,
A serenade unfolds at the dock of the bay.
The stars, like diamonds, on black canvas splashed,
An astral symphony, where moments sat.
Beneath the canopy, shadows prance,
As dreams take flight in a trance.
A cascade of echoes, a cosmic spat,
Resonates through the celestial strat.
At the nexus of time, where destinies begat,
A kaleidoscope of hopes in a whispered chitchat.
In twilight's splendor, there's much to look at,
As the cosmos dances with much eclat.
The universe sighs, an ethereal song,
You have purpose on earth; this is where you belong.
This blog contains simple, thought provoking and deeply reflective poetry written by American poet, Doris Trueheart. Here is a large expanse of her poems covering a myriad of topics reflecting her heart.
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