The Master Painter
A glowing white-washed orb hung high
Lighting up the midnight sky
As silently it spins and sails
Upon ordained and preset trails.
Silver moonbeams kiss the ground
Then move along without a sound;
Dappled shadows on the grass;
Pale face upon a pond of glass.
Cotton candy clouds glide by
Dimming the moon and starlit sky;
Cold winds blow and they move on;
Soon every misty cloud is gone.
Stardust dancing on the beams
Of the moon and the world seems
Touched by the Master Painter's Hand
Creating an enchanted land.
~ Belinda van Rensburg ~
[ by: Belinda van Rensburg, Copyright © 2008 ( lindievr@yahoo.com ) -- submitted by: Belinda van Rensburg ]
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