Under the night sky; once orange
Then lilac,
He stands ignoring time
And space.
Trying to peek
Through curtains of industrial breath
At you,
Luna crescent,
As you play with your twinkling kin,
Entwined in a circle
Of peerless fate.

Soon the hour is late
With uncharted dreams
Lying in wait.
And the sky looms anxious
At familial gates
To tuck him in with a loving embrace
Inside a snug blanket of rainfall,
With motherly grace.

And when empyrean gates
Swing open wide,
He's home asleep
Amidst castaways
In a city of alien lights.