it slithers across the sky, casts
a glow that displays the
characters designed within
the night clouds resting.
Forming 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,
wondering 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.