I split the night
with a crown of stars
glowing in my heart
I sifted through the down air,
holding hands with the silence there
Soaring to the mistress moon,
I nodded greeting
to her mystic smile
Pretending to be an angel
I rushed further, heavenward
Into the gilted dawn
of the new day's glory
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