Traces of color and stars are shaded.
The blanket of deep, rich ebony
Is profound-
To see it takes no sight;
To hear it takes no sound.
Shadows dance
Against the solace of the Moon-
Twilight ends and the sun comes so soon.
Beauty soars and shimmers in the night
Soundlessly, wordlessly,
Breathtaking internal sight.
If you ever look up when the Moon is tall,
If you listen closely, you will hear Her call.