Brightness rims the horizon.
Brightness fills the bowl of night.
The Big Dipper gleams through a scarf of red silk.
Poles of pale light hold wide the tent of sky,
the curtain drapes of velvet dark.
Bring me the last scoop of the moon.
Bring me a star-song, a taste of wine and wintergreen,
a dipper of aurora light,
here in the cathedral dome of darkness
under the drift of living stained-glass panes
all lit up by the breath of God.
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Beautiful.
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