Poetry Project 7: Kwansaba
Night
falls once more across the country,
Pure
and chaste, she knows no limits.
A
silence no mere sound can shatter.
Her
keeper, her warden; solemn yet playful
That
orb that dances across the raven sky,
The
raven sky, an inky velvet mantle
Comforting
her protégé; the Earth lies asleep.