Midnight Blue

When the day is at its closing,
the moon waves down to Earth
in a sea of dark velvet.
As you gaze up to the Heavens,
admiring the twinkling “kings of our past,”
pay your respects in a midnight reverence.
The luminous snow on a frosty
Christmas Eve, the serene beauty,
cloaked in a midnight hue.
Wrapped in those arms, sheltered
and healing from the past.
The dreary blues become serene, perfect.
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