Clear winter sky.
Three stars in a row.
The belt of an ancient warrior.
Or the faces of the Trinity.
Clear midnight sky.
Brighter the farther I go
Away from man’s lights down curvier
Roads. I’m embraced by divinity.
Clear, brilliant sky.
Dust for the feet of the King to throw.
Sweet moon, she gives more than her
Mirror-image of the sun’s affinity.
Clear, ink-black sky.
The heaven sings the days of old.
And the ones to come—Lord of earth,
Teach us the dance of infinity.