A Glorious Gown Of Glimmering Gold Poem by Lazarus Knix

A glorious gown of glimmering gold
Encompasses one luminary globe
Against the sky of this still grove

The crickets moan in baritone
Their cellos serenade my soul
In a glorious gown of glimmering gold

Against the sky of this still grove
The light of fireflies erodes
One’s seemingly inert ego

Yet silhouettes still seem to show
The night is more than what’s foretold-
Against the sky of this still grove.

Though man is made in manifold-
He is among the truly whole-
A glorious gown of glimmering gold
Against the sky of this still grove.