Thanks to Michael from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting Tale Weaver’s on the concept of night or the evening. Also, thanks to NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting photo challenge.
Starry night, veil across smooth skin.
The evening tide arrives,
Darkness rides on velvet wings of charcoal-black.
A midnight hour lit with dreams,
Stars that glisten and glitter;
The star of all stars shines truest.
Jewel of golden light, snarled in a crown of thorns.
Hope of tomorrow, every child, & every person passed;
For ages awaiting an infant mild.
Mirth in the twilight, the evening passes,
With brushes and paint,
A muse of mystery and dancing light, crosses the canvas of your skin.
A rare and glorious place,
Where painted medium engraves each curve.
The dip of your back, shoulder blades relaxed.
Breath respired as the paint dries; the lense snaps your beauty.
A Vangoghesque masterpiece, and the light of a brilliant star.
Our Christmas miracle in a moment,
For now, left adrift by the pendulum of time.
A lover’s dusk for —
I with my brushes and cherished paints;
You humming centuries old melodies.
A Holy night, Angels crying glory, as Three Kings journey.
Miracle in a stable; thus, miracles for mere humans.
They’re what we breathe and live,
Blessed in evening tide,
With stardust love;
Gloria Excelsis Deo.
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