Scene is set-
Winter sky bright
reflective of snow
previously released
to the accepting ground,
perfect lighting.
Act I:
Each star twinkles
as though for me alone
dancing a ballet
of luminous intensity-
grace on points of light,
truely the stars of the show.
Act II:
Moon sits jolly
grinning his quarter smile
hanging on his edge of space
he winks at me
in merriment
rocking to and fro
on his back
he hums a lunar tune.
Act III:
Stars surround moon
and they dance...
They dance the galaxy
changing partners, promenading
like a hoedown in an old barn
a square dance in circular motion-
moon tunes his fiddle and plays a rowdy
rendition of a down-home reel.
My feet tap along
my hands clasp
as would a little child's in delight,
eyes widened by spatial majesty-
a midnight show
upon celestial stage,
these players have me enchanted!
Grey curtains begin to glide across
from each side of the massive stage,
in quiet cloud cover.
I applaud their performance
in standing ovation
as they bow to me
and fade into the night.