The sun’s halo crown,
drifts soundly to sleep,
to places profound,
in realms that are deep.
Pure light in the sky
lights life on earth bright,
brings mornings warm shine,
cast shadows at night.
The impending moon,
appears so awake,
with magical lands,
where dreams are not fake.
Comforting darkness,
each visit disguised,
an essence so pure,
an aura so prized.
Connections that bond,
transcend up so high,
to places beyond,
a wink and a sigh.
The ether awaits,
where wishes are made,
Fly way past the gates,
where memories fade.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Moonwashed Weekly Challenge #140 – April 25, 2023
Prompt – Impending
