Midnight Blues

I wrapped the night skies around me

My eyes shimmering like t starlight against the midnight blues

Mighty and vast, everlasting and never ending, he went on before me, behind me, and beside me. Yet a gentle breeze swiftly drifting by was his voice, strong and hushed, empowering and gentle, deep and kind.

In all his greatness He held me, me alone, and had room for none other. The sky in midnight blues.

The Sky is mine!

R. A. Douglas

June 8, 2016.

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