He Is

He Is The Night

He is the Moonlight

in whispers.

He is the falling of the Sun.

He is the trek of starlight

on the water's wave

He is the Wind of ancient wandering

moving through the Heather glades,

He is the eclipse in its totality

He is the Zeta on the skyline

in the glooming before dawn.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Anyone who can write lines like these Corset is a true oet. Beautiful description which transported me. A short poem whose imagery will linger. Just bloomin lovely.

Chris

[Crowley]

Well s**t, I thought this was about me at first but then I read the first line and that dream shattered. What a wonderful tribute to a He that must be in the top 1% of He's. Beautiful stuff!

[Corset]

lol, That's too funny, I used to say the same thing. This is about me isn't it? lol Thank you Crowley for the flashback and smile.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

It's God or a revered love...either way he is nature and nature is he...
all in beautiful splendor.
j.

[Corset]

Thank you J.