Will I step in, when
the earth swallows the sun?
Clasping hold of the starlit blaze,
as she crashes to the ground;
a dance of playful cloud colors,
her expression, glowing,
as she takes her bow.
She calls to distant specters of light,
scattering across their incessant
medium of dark sky.
I will step in, this cathedral of the night,
gazing through phantoms of ambiance flickering,
as they recount their story.