The Play of the Night Sky

The clouds with pensive effort
Retreat while whispering goodbye,
And open with a mothers comfort
The eyes of the nighttime sky.

While enchanted with the first sight of earth,
The skys' tender pupils dilate
And wink goodbye to their deliverer of birth,
As the mists slowly separate.

With its softness flowing in,
As if to enshroud the purple skies,
The delicate down-filled wind
Tickles lightly the twinkling eyes.

And so moves on, this serene play,
Until the end of Night, and beginning of Day.