Once a stargazer stands up at stand point;
Obeying the far off luminous point;
As it drops off into the Grand Canyon;
The stars performing brilliantly a ballet.
He stands and tells the movement of stars;
In intermittent star sky filled showers;
Crossing dashing uniform in the sky;
Exciting and burning as it flies; he stands at the base and looks out.
Its one’s delight the lord of Stars can never understand;
He is kept in the scattering treasure boxes;
With ashes executing its flight,
He stands keeping to what is left of his mind.
It starts like a burning bright in illumination;
A light that sings like a bird but not like crying;
He feels like sleeping in the rain of star showers;
Closer almost like something like a lightness giving away to lightning;
Never seen before likeable – enjoyable
Stepping, steeping lightly and gracefully
All the lightning bugs in the sky – scatter like fireflies.
Copyrighted 2009
