One Revolution

Round moon, who sits on high;
an ivory glaze on the midnight sky
blights the stars, trying hard to shine
upon this upturned, wondering face of mine.

Rising sun on the edge of the Earth;
once again signaling a new day's birth.
Covering the world in incarnadine glow.
I weep for this, all too rapid, show.

Gentle wind, through autumn trees;
colors dancing on golden leaves.
Whispering soft, a lullaby
to dry my smiling, watery eyes.

Twilight stars, the heavens alight;
a million holes in the roof of the night.
Shifting slow as time marches on
and I await the coming of dawn.