A
full
moon shines
in tonight's sky,
walking home from the reading,
the street trees aglow with a silver lustre,
the evening crisp and still.
I feel content,
this magic
become
real.

The
stars
are pinpricks
in backing curtains,
this planet displayed on the
theatre stage, days framed by a yellow spotlight,
the sun warming our world
in the vastness,
the vacuum,
gravity's
gyre.