adventures in dysthymia

Monday, June 20, 2011

Morning Star

Lonesome is the Morning Star,
last to fade, alone at dawn
but knowing a faint taste of day,
the first bird song, the little lights

that come to life in darkened houses.
So like the stars of night, they are,
her many sisters shining high.
She goes to join them now, farewell,

little lights, little stars
that shine below. Farewell, she fades.

Stephen Brooke ©2011

A simple little thought in verse.

1 comment:

Bob said...

This was good... has a very classic tone and feel to it.