I received this poem from Christine in e-mail today. - poetheart 03/09/01
The sunset is a glistening jewel in the crown of the sky
A brush paints the world from the palette of clouds
So many nights pass without changing canvas
The solar winds spill out the colors and hues
Stars are the lamps of never-tiring artists
Drawing inspiration from dark rather than light
Imagination takes over the figurative eye
What I think is what I see, and none is a lie
Aurora rides swiftly on it's chariot of sound
Until comes the rising, other side of the crown
Waiting for Moon to dress naked earth
In breathing and darkness and misinterpreted myrth
To measure and mock your self-imposed worth
by Christine