Silver Swan

By Cheri Finch 2011
Like silver swan against foggy haze,
The lithe moon shifts her gentle gaze.
Her glow can penetrate the night
As stars support her with their light.
She always gyrates ’round the earth,
As she’s been doing since her birth,
When God formed her with careful hands
To look upon the grassy lands,
And oceans, deep, endless, and blue,
That moon has known since she first flew.
But sadly, when it’s dawned tomorrow,
Moon will not disperse all sorrow,
Evanescent is her light,
It leaves when dawn is new and bright,
Because there is another one
Who burns more brightly, called the sun.
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