In this night of crystal air and passing strange,
the firmament displays the lights in rest of range.
My mind flies with the Owl’s secrecy,
observing the line of the comets to be.
Wishes, wonder and amazement are the kind,
possessions of an enchanted mind.
Breathing chilled air upon beauty until sensing grace,
awaken transcendental levitation in this magical place.
All senses are captured in this vast bottomless still,
inspiration of eternal light are the touches giving the fill.
The decaying Moon smiles at me in this hour of night,
wondering who else can observe this sight.
Darkness changes with wandering spirits as they grow,
still leaving footprints in the precious afterglow.
They change awareness to beauty as power,
endlessly striving by the celestial hour.
The field of light changes through the season sense,
capturing the seeker by lingering grace and purpose hence.
The scarecrow of dark for the unbeliever to keep behind,
not ready to explore beyond the rampart of the mind.