Author Arthur Bayldon The patient stars are shining large and clear; The crescent moon hangs like a tilted bowl; So calm, so still, that I can almost hear Thoughts stirring in the chambers of my soul. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 2 (1 vote) Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments