Sometimes the sky is eloquent
When it says goodnight,
And the Day steals away
On trails of amber light.
The clouds break forth from their silence
In the pinkest and purplest of tones,
And thoughts of good things come to life
In golden homophones.
Words surge to the farthest horizon,
And echo from mountains to trees—
They ring in the highest of heavens,
They float on the meandering breeze.
But then at the height of expression,
The voice of the sky drifts away.
The starry, black blanket unfolds,
And muffles the snoring of Day.
Softer than whispers–
The sky’s goodnight,
But to those who listen—
The joys of delight.
6 thoughts on “The Sky’s Goodnight”
This is one of my favoritest poems on this site. 🙂
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I’m glad thou likest it. 🙂
I should probably change “purplest,” huh?
I don’t think it matters that much. I kinda like it.
But this probably would be better under “entertaining”.
I was wondering about that. I think you’re right.