Elevated

phosphorescent flock

Flies afore the backdrop of the Big Dipper

The moon smiles its autumn face and the air is redolent with

The crispness to come

We sit there , exhaling into the night;

Our eyes fixed on the 

V 

Imagining what it must be to fly;

To be illuminated thus

Through the purest

White of lunar rays

This is where we find our peace;

Energy mating in cosmic

Dance

A speck amongst this

Speck we call home

Enveloped in infinity

The river

That our lives flow