Slowly the night drips from Heaven’s leaky faucet
while the sun reflects off the full moon outside.
Light gives way to a spectacle of wonder
as constelations of conversation burst in the sky.
Calling a chorus of angelic formations,
above me a symphony whispers whims and desires.
Magic and melody dance slowly with harmony
while they smile and laugh in their homes up on high
Now the collections all call me while I look to the stars.
I try to reach out and touch them, but I am too small.
Now the moonlight is fading, I can see distant rays,
and the night has been spent on wondering hearts.
The sun peeks bright eyes over the new day to come,
but the moon is still wishing for a little more time.
Thus they both share the sky for a moment- not more
before the moon disappears behind it’s blue brother.