A Dance of Planets

The Christmas Star shone brilliant
in the evening star for many eyes
to see but hid it’s brilliance from me

for Saturn & Jupiter danced in tandem
on a stage sprinkled with a universe
of stars holding court for them

and I stepped into the predawn light
to see a night sky littered with stars
applauding a new day in dawning

© Renee Espriu December 2020

The Image Below Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

Ethereal Notes

Melodious Notes

The piano notes not my own

floating ethereal around me

speak of lullabies played

soothing tiny souls to sleeping

 

vestiges of the golden moments

when a youthful heart dreamt being

bright-colored fancied whimsy

 

silver spun silken blossoms

to be woven into a shining dawn

in sun rays spilling rainbows

resplendent new and undone

 

for as the notes dance before me

the hours softly melting away

reiterates life’s fluctuations

not crafted to make my own

 

© December 2017 Renee Espriu

Image taken from Public Domain Pictures and digitally altered by myself.

*****AMBROSIA DREAMS*******

unremarkable as it may seem
here I am
& there you are
in your ambrosia dreams

the paisley print travels
without regrets
with me throughout time
becoming everything
that I am
in your ambrosia dreams

so we shall meet over tea
on a dew filled morn
the breath carrying
away our words
traveling on the dawn

we will find ourselves
sitting upon
a park bench
mourning the solitude
of our worlds hence

unremarkable as it may seem
here I am
& there you are
in your ambrosia dreams

© November 2014
Renee Espriu

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitally Altered by Myself

Ambrosia Dreams

*****To Welcome Morn*****

when the thick grey mist
rises up from
the still dark blue water
as mirrored glass
to greet the dawn
there is no doubt

once the sun’s rays
burn away
the damp & dark
of passing night
bird chorus
will welcome morn

© April 2014
Renee Espriu

Image From Morgue File

Misty Morning

******Between Dusk & Dawn*****

i am caught
between dusk & dawn
the sandman a shadow
touching my back
all illusion and mist
both nemesis & muse
while i am his pawn

he steps just behind me
with a sprinkling of sand
each particle holding sleep
in the palm of his hand

he holds the power & ability
for me to create
dusk left behind me
as nights’ path to dawn
& the sunlight’s open gate

© December
Renee Espriu

Dusk and Dawn

By Jorgeyu/Morgue File

I Feel An Angel

Night Dew Angels

Altered Google Image

while the crescent moon
is high in the sky
somewhere between
dawn & midnight

I feel an angel
pass by this way

when the dampness of dew
is held softly on grass
looking much like tears
shed in sadness cast

I feel an angel
pass by this way

my mind wraps ’round
old sayings & things
‘when you hear a bell
an angel gets their wings’

I feel an angel
pass by this way

when I smell the scent
of a forgotten perfume
or fragrant flowers
within my room

I feel an angel
pass by this way

though scripted not
in the time after passing
& the harshness
of the hour has gone
never lasting

I feel an angel
pass by this way

now of spiritual grace
they fill the space
so unforgiving
once void of all
that was
theirs’ in living

I feel an angel
pass by this way

© October 2013

Renee Espriu

Aglow

dawn street lights

shimmering lights still aglow
from lamp posts and cars
in small hours of dawn not
yet extinguished just before
the coming of the rising sun

© January 2013
Renee Espriu

Google Image

This is for the Small Stone Challenge January 2013. You can find them at http://www.writingourwayhome.com. This is Small Stone #5.

Between Midnight and Dawn

phantom images between
midnight and dawn
collect in moonlit
 rooms reflecting naught
but seamless pathways
sewn within the mystery
that fades but never
really is gone until
another day doth cease
we again shall stray
in phantom images between
midnight and the dawn

© July 2012 Renee Espriu