Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Free Choice: Half of an Italian sonnet

A gentle night has fallen on the sky,
The cool air whispers, telling us to pause
In meditation, wonder at the cause
Of that celestial motion, great and high.
The marble moon invites the question, why
Do planets, shooting starts, and dancing lights
Appear most vivid only in the night
When sun, and even silver moonlight dies?