Great Orb Rising

Poem By Iain Mackay

Pale moonlight, cold sphere
Silently sailing
Night’s skies, dark and clear.
Distant stars lighting
All that quietly sleeps,
Soon to be waking
When sunrise draws near –
The Great Orb rising.

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