Buildings are dipped in ink.
The sky a warming violet with diamonds;
Twinkle twinkle Oregon night,
dark blue partly cloudy is alright.
I see Luna peak around her veil,
soft orange-yellow; her deep dimples swell.
She illuminates the darkness,
as the lesser of two great lights,
but the sun never intrudes on her dominion even with all his might.
I watch her reflection in the river as she crysta...
