slithers across the sky, casts a glow
that displays the characters designed
within the night clouds resting.
Forming of distinguished shapes
within themselves by a gentle breeze
passes in the night, swirls by on
its own destination of adventure.
Covered by the evenings darkest of hue
the glorious creations floats in a manner
of lifelessness, but eagerly says to all,
“Come sit with me, if only for a moment”.
Pausing, with wants to caress the momentum
of the passing object of a misty monument,
the spirit lingers as it defies its own destiny,
wonders if it dares to linger a moment longer.
Moving to another point in time the night
clouds abandon its glorious spot for another as,
new shape for tomorrow develops for the youthful
eyes to see, as the new dawn’s morn opens…
just for a moment with its visual truth.