Agile the night does come, and with a weary head,
so, let the stars fill your eyes,
and your mind and let the universe, and you be as one,
for it is awakened in its creation,
and the light and the dark, are of such a glorious spread,
and the stars they flicker in and out of existence,
and the moon, it hangs gently above your head,
and what magic holds it there in all its glory,
and so loftily as it lays upon an invisible bed,
and though I do not know all the names of the stars,
I know this, the stars are so bright and the light,
the light that filters into my eyes,
are such an incredible host of yellow,
and of various colours and shades,
that colour me with beauty in my eyes,
and it fills me with awe and inspiration in my mind,
and I call them the Angels of the dark,
and as I stand listening to the breeze,
and the wind it shows its appreciation in sighs,
what a magical work of art, are the galaxies and the stars,
the moon and the light that travels so far,
and what spectacularity,
has been created from all of nature's firmament,
spectacularity so magnificent,
in its bounteousness amidst the void,
amidst the blackness that beguiles,
you betwixt and between the light and the dark,
where there is life, death, and creation,
and there is so much complexity and simplicity,
that I could spend a lifetime staring into space,
and be happy and forever lost in its history,
the history of the human race,
a tiny thing compared to the magnificence,
of the universe so large.
