Each night, they lie, waiting,
Silently, still, they lie flat.
Paper thin, shadows looming,
That’s what they are. Shadows.

Patient, patient, ever so patient,
Always waiting, waiting.
An eternity passes, yet, they
Wait, waiting for that chance.

A loop, a hole, the golden ratio,
Movements swift, precise.
Beautifully, they lift you, lift
You up, off your bed,

Into the skies…