Millions Light Years

The wane of the sun has raised its finger And the sun is wielded to bed Life below lays forlorn, bereft of light A posh dusky sheet is spread Of a trillion zillion lozenge sequins That float in accord with a big crescent pearl Furnishing a mystique chic decor Freights of flicker dangle off the feet of these treasures Some snowy, others scarlet and a few disco All flirting with every eye below Fairies take errands along the silver lining, sprinkling stardust. Wonder rides the backs of my billows of fascination And I cannot resist But surrender my eyes to the nebula to flirt back