Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things. ~Philippians 4:8~


Saturday, February 11, 2012

Clarity Of The Night

An ode to many a sleepless night:

Clarity Of The Night

Daylight hours, they stifle my voice,
The sunlight shines too bright for me,
But cloudy overcast skies, are like a royce,
So misty, softly hued, perfect as a tree.

And oh, what joy awaits
When nighttime finally arrives
The hours they fly in haste,
Thus ends the mood in which my soul thrives.


Georgina said...



Gloria said...

Love your poem yaya. I love poetry. There are so many poems that were written in my various moods. Your mood sounds like mine when I see overcast. It actually soothes me. Very nicely done.

YayaOrchid said...

Thank you Georginna.

Gloria, thank you for your comment. I certainly do appreciate good feedback. :)


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