The Lion's Book: A Poetry Collection

Rise of the Heavens Eye

Darkness speckled,

stars that freckle,

now must

say goodbye.

Nighttime waning,

Different shading,

Streaks across

the sky.

Sunshine bleeding,

light proceeding

to reach

you and I.

Rising star,

though very far,

illuminates

with morning's cry.

Heavens above,

graceful as the dove

smiling through

its eye.

Sun now risen,

light is given,

morning

in July.