One by one,
the evening stars ignite,
torched by dusk’s retreat
into twilight.
The celestial lamplighter whistles,
sweet and low,
his lullabies to the evening stars
as he makes his way across the night’s sky.
Sweet and low,
he croons his twilight tune
as the stars hover,
ever closer,
to listen.
Come, take my hand,
we will race the stars
to the ridgetop
and sing his lullabies
to the moon,
sweet and low.
thecourseofourseasons 
You captured this magical moment beautifully.
This is very beautiful Kathleen!
Thanks, Sam, happy you liked it. Hope you had a beautiful Easter even tho the weather didn’t cooperate!
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Some more lovely writing 🙂 ❤ Do check her out!
beautiful poetry would love to reblog if it is ok with you : )
Thank you so much – I would be happy for you to reblog!
This is so very beautiful. The prompt for Real Toads tomorrow is Stars, I think, and this poem would be a lovely one to link there – what a gorgeous view you have. Sigh………..