Sligo Night Sky

Looking out to Screen sky,
in Sligo North,
a stage set of over sixty stars,
too many for the human eye
to count, infinity.
None are equidistant,
as if thrown like shiny coins
upon the dreamy path of love.
Behind the trees some look
as if from Christmas tree.
Like fairy lights on branches.
a night where dreams hint,
along the quiet and unconscious
mind,
beside the wise observant mountain moon,
the owl of night,
lit as if a starry fresco in the
dome of prayer,
and out from there
with golden edge
the day comes from
the starry sligo sky.

poem by Bernard Kennedy
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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