The incredible sky

The blue vault

Holds many

Secrets and

Realms not seen

By the ordinary eyes;

There are many

Long islands,

Hills,

Rivers and

Oceans white,

All tinged with gold

In an orange sky,

For the orphan child

Peeping out

Of the barred window

Of the dismal shelter,

A rabbit tall

With bright eyes,

Winks at him

At nights,

And makes

The tear-stained

Pale face smile;

And on dark

Lonely nights,

His mum-dad

Appear in the

Empyrean heights,

Trailing as angels,

Waving, comforting

The scared child.

(Published by Brian Wrixon in his latest anthology: Heavens above, poetry below)