When the last rays of sunlight start to die
scarlet flames burn the sky, as clouds ignite.
And while the birds roost, bats begin to fly
hunting down elusive moths in mid-flight.
Luna hangs high in an ebony sky
spinning dreams into beams of golden light.
And twinkling stars, like fireflies in the night
confetti the heavens, dazzling the eye.
Like gold filigree pinned to the darkness
swirling galaxies adorn the skies above
as shooting stars unzip the black of space.
Yet, Man stands unabashed in His starkness,
for cosmic beauty can't compete with love
an emotion intrinsic to our race.
Aug 7, 2018