Touch the stars tarnished with ancient dust
Gaze at the moon, round with the suns love
Of reflections thousands of miles away
As the incandescent comets fly and sway
And the planets hovering still around
Towards the suns rays they chance a bow
In the frigid darkness, silent in space
The stillness frosts the air like the most delicate lace
Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 5:02 PM UTC
Touch the stars tarnished with ancient dust
Gaze at the moon, round with the suns love
Of reflections thousands of miles away
As the incandescent comets fly and sway
And the planets hovering still around
Towards the suns rays they chance a bow
In the frigid darkness, silent in space
The stillness frosts the air like the most delicate lace