Misty breath set against moonlight so pale,
Solar companions whisper their tale.
Silvery starlight so soothing, so sweet
Breaks the silence of darkness in me.
What makes the silence so loud in the ear
When winter’s white breath begins to appear?
The stillness, the chill, the heavenly stay;
In darkness, lights dancing in cosmic display.
Michael P. Van Gilst
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