Night's Garden
Mars hangs before the moon,
A red bee hovering
Above a silver flower’s face.
Far below, its roots are washed
In water’s gleam
Of the watching pond.
Night’s garden dreams,
Sweet and solitary.
Night Whisper
I shall whisper to the night, Stars are gentle like the white Wings of butterflies in flight. Soft the evening fell and still; Night came after up the hill, Bringing stars to fly until Sky is full; its gardens far Glitter with their lights, which are A thousand thousand, each a star. Watch the thousand wings and say, Gentle stars, please soar and stray Till tomorrow turns today.
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