Porthole round as moon is round
Paintings flashed of city night.
Mobile with gems on porthole crowned
Spinning round nocturnal lights.
Heaven has fallen on the hill
Shimmering stars bedecked the earth
Beckoning travelers with zeal
To its lair promises of mirth.
Mute city voices softly crooned
Multiplex tunes from lighted lea.
Facets of infinitesimal moon
Shimmer on wind frosted sea.
Moon embroidered with silver thread
Yellow beads strung on Golden Gate
Columns of fireflies tread
Vistas of candlelight brigade.
Moongate on mobile spins round and round
Stars returned to heaven
City voices longed drowned
Ship’s bell rung “dog watch seven”…
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You have an unique way of looking at life's images and relating them on paper for readers to read. Julie
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