Holy luminescent orb
Pregnant with possibilities
Perched high in the night sky
Sings of a future to come
Liquid silver spills across
Time and space
Lighting the path
Of least resistance
Luminary clock
Keeper of memories
Pulse with the beat
Of the evensong
Queen of night
Sitting high upon her throne
Governs the lucid stillness
While the world sleeps
© Robin M. Mathis
11/22/10
Poetry
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There is so much going on here. I feel as though each line could be the title of their piece. The imagery is large, and the reader is carried to a different place with each line. Spread your ideas out a little thinner, explore them. This will help to keep the reader closer to the words.