Written by: Keith Bickerstaffe

He steals across the courtyard,
an ardent lover anxious to surprise,
edging ever forward, 
with fiery consummation as his prize.

His blushes blossom bright and hot,
as he lays forth his course and his intent,  
ever nearer to the trellises,
the shadows shrink, now no impediment. 

At his zenith he is seen by all,
the blessed sphere on full display,
inviting those who stand in awe
to pray, and then be on their way.