
Moonlight mystique,
Traverses the air.
The mocking bird is my friend.
His song comforts my silence,
Empathy is not far away…
As stars take their rightful place,
In an extensive sky.
Predestination seals its beauty,
Alluring in their prime.
Darkness won’t ever crumble,
To the lull of a forthcoming dawn.
Sing mocking bird sing,
Lyrics need not triumph…
Endurance I can muster,
Hold my rightful place,
As median to what is drawing near,
And what is left behind…
(c) Monica St Hillaire.
……….and what is left behind is beauty!
LikeLiked by 1 person
It sure is, Peter
LikeLiked by 1 person
Monica, your verses capture the relationship a poet captures in bonding with nature. Beautiful!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so very much .😊
LikeLiked by 1 person