Night's Silken Shroud

Each night's wrapped in a silken shroud when sunset brings the end of day. We wait for sleep and dream aloud, "oh let me soar where bright spheres play." Outside my window, in the sky the tight-knit flag of night unfurls, the moon and stars of silver fly and billow clouds dance, reel, and whirl. I dream of flying on a cloud and landing where the stars array; to greet the endless deep as proud and view each night's bejeweled cachet. If, from the heavens we espy the earth, a luminescent pearl, do not let our turn pass us by until we touch her gilded swirl. Outside my window bright stars crowd along the moon's eternal quay. Guide me through night, with hopes unbowed to fly where stars and planets play. Night's Silken Shroud Quatrains