In The Lodge Of Night Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

In The Lodge Of Night



In the lodge of night
Swam seven moons
And tarried blue
Planets rotating:
The nightingales at work
Sang
And the owls were
Preceptors of the sage
Preceptors of the night
And dark.

Wednesday, May 9, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: night
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