Dance The NightA Poem by Spencer Barker
A lullaby comes,
the swiftness of nights reigns drums. We step back and forth, the stars above us aglow, in that of a summers late night. Sweet smells of berries under the bushes we sow, do we then ponder the glow in which the angels come low. Your eyes look into mine, a stars shine they are, it is a wonder why they dance. But I am glad they do.
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