out of sleep into wakefulness
called to me
to drink in her light, so fulsome
it cannot be missed
summoned me
out of bed into her attendance.
A silver orb so rich against a velvet sky
A golden orb with billowing
streams cloaking behind her
in the dawning sky.
Each bird sings a proclamation
to her magnificence.
May my words approximate
her beauty and splendour.
The moon orchestrates
our ebbs and flows
pulling me out of sleep
into wakefulness.
© 7 Apr 20
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