O starry night,
You across the sky unfold.
Over the heavens, draped-
A weaving spun in satin bold.
Your orchestra sings-
An opera of crestfallen blue.
You dance and play, alive-
Honey thick with wild sorrow.
Colors pasted to the breeze
twist and swirl. This scented veil,
wind caught with random
leaping stars, glitters now afire.
The town below, in sapphire deep-
Steeples, chimneys, sleeping fair.
Beneath this sky, impressionistic,
Rusty light upon them sighs.
The moon a crescent- burning full,
Above the horizon dangles loose.
The hills and trees in colors drenched,
Drip with blue rained from the skies.
O starry night,
You across the sky unfold.
Over the heavens, draped-
A weaving spun in satin bold.
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