Mystique
Somewhere in the sky
I’m in the mood to move.
As nighttime turns to day
Light cool and reality
Take wings and fly away.
The air is smooth and supple.
The dew is wet and cool.
The lazy ocean beckons
She is nobody’s fool.
The world is still half asleep.
Birds appear out of the dark.
The coo of the peace dove
And the call of the night lark.
Art emerges everywhere
Out of night’s envelope
A new day of wonder
shaped in shades of hope
Artful interceptions
It means mystery is here.
I can feel it in the air.
And hear it in my ear.
The art of amalgamation
The way the mystique works
Outside, somewhere in the sky.
The nightrider never shirks.
The deft act of ability
The ingenious imagination
Creative geniality
Complete regeneration.
Art appears everywhere
In the eye of the beholder
And warms and sustains me.
As the nights grow older
©
David Rudder
2022
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