Ode To the Night Sky

O, black and velvet cloak with silvered motes, the Sun has gone and left you to preside while sonorous Moon eloquently floats. She hums her lullaby where moonbeams slide and dance with starlight, there on heaven's stage, where fragments of Infinity collide. The incandescent Moon, softened and sage, recites her part in melodies of light while Stars, in harmony, blink through the age. Your lavish play, on this October night, where starry dust and moonlit shafts are cast, shall rend the darkness luminous and bright. A song of spangled Stars, for autumns past, has offered up this spectacle of grace that shimmers ever onward to the last. O, hear the psalm of Moon and Stars that trace the pathways of Eternity's embrace.