A Year of Poems – Day 87

The pale mistress of the blackened sky
presides in beauty on her silent throne.
She views the dance from her place on high
and in the stillness makes the dance her own.

Below her feet the dance begins with clouds,
which flow like soldiers tearing through a wall
while she, a constant rock stands fast and proud
against the blowing wind which drives us all

towards the future rise of the reigning sun,
who will lead the summer dance with laughter.
But now this dance is far from being done,
the current queen presides looking after

the heavenly court in their stately dance
while she floats silently above the throng.
She is the constant in the dark expanse,
yet dances in her stillness to the song.

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