Dark Skies Poem by Mark Boyle

In far away places,
way up in the sky.
A slither of light,
tears the sashcloth of night.
So violent it begins,
with such power from above.
It starts and is over,
before we know what it was.
'The Angels are angry! '
My Mother would say.
'Gabriel's lost his lighter,
that lights the stars overhead.
He's looked all around,
beneath each cloud of white.
Stomping his feet,
bringing lightning bolts tonight.
But fear not young one! '
She would say with a smile.
Garbriel will soon find it.
And the stars will then shine.