Day’s heavy boots tread across the sky,
Leaving footprints which then become twilight,
Then life, like the birds, takes wing and flies,
And the moon’s hair shines like gold, wearing stars as her highlights.
Dressed in darkness, her beauty refined,
She is the reason the heavens so shine,
I gaze onward and upward and my gaze longingly looks deep,
Like Frost, I reflect, “I have miles to go and promises to keep.”