Where has the moon gone? 

Did it not shine yester-eve?

Lucid stars tremble 

Horizon to horizon 

Lord, how long have I lain here?!

grey sky barrier

between me and racing thoughts

god stifles a yawn

and the heavens open up

each star assured in its grace.

Your cold stars hold fire

The way they reveal the divine right

Of celestial birth

Eyes fluttering, loving

Mother Nature, Father Time

Hanging from the tree

holding on with fading strength

the remaining leaves

shake loose and accept the air

drifting underneath the stars.