Local Luminaries

Our skies forget the city below
and woo the coyotes with their brightness

the night lives in color and sound
a shifting canvas begun anew each morning

a million lights detonate
millions of years away

travelling through time and fabric
to illuminate our midnights

no sun or moon could fire so bright
as those souls set to dance above

a silent poem recited with a tilting planet
comforting us as we seek our rest – Caroline A. Slee