Saturday, September 01, 2007

Another Poem Draft

Starmaker

The Starmaker on an everlasting throne
whirls the sky, orders stars with law;
the moon, now full, sunfire-dressed,
in borrowed light makes stars dim in awe;
now she pales, her light dispersed,
the evening star shines coldly;
eve turns to morrow, the star bows out,
the sun leaps up, shines boldly.