Celestial Kites

Moon so high, awake and beaming in white Soft cloud smiles, watching the moonlight dancing Behind the furs, hiding as crystal kite Bounds in miles, prancing with stars so pleasing. Winds so cold, peeking on wonders of light Stars on hold, freezing with yonders of oak Air so bold, giggling at blunders of might Quasars unfold, circling defying-cloak. Tarrying night lights over winds of song Energies regained by lunar mission Stellars and Mother light spanning so long Clouds under sheer lights, imploring fusion. Fueling man's vision, entities horn Power of illusion, beauties reborn.