Farewell to Night (Sonnet)

          by Munda

          I'm flying on illusion's mighty wings,

          Far higher than the eagle ever flies,

          Above intrusion by all earthly things,

          Aloft on dreams until the darkness dies.

          My castle built on clouds that number nine,

          Enlightenment through touch of Angel’s wing,

          A tarriance with Spirits so divine

          That fills my soul with love and makes it sing.

          Ethereal awareness fills my heart,

          With eyes afire, I gaze upon the Moon,

          To Mother Earth and heaven’s starry yard;

          And hope my dreamer's path won’t end too soon.

          With dewdrop tears, I greet the dawn's first light --

          Embracing day, I bid farewell to night.

          © Copyright Munda 2000

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