Short Scry Poems

I hear the music of the night, and as the angels  begin to sigh   
the last ribbons of light fall loose across my path 
God , vigilant illusionist of all times 
as you scry the moon for me tonight, the stars  
align themselves, and the Universe thrums  in solvent time;  
Dios, incarnate flash and glimmer of my soul,  
legionnaire of all mankind, you draw me to your heaven  
as if I were a mere reflection of the stars I see tonight...

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