In the silence of the night
As the pale saucer glowers in a magnified sight
Clouds ripple with an invisible shimmer.
The cloak of night is both opaque and sheer
in texture and tone, shadows which roam over hill valleys
and misty mountains
sit within his throne of might,
(And under an unfathomable stare which shines like a harsh white glare,
Folded into deck chairs, hands looped around necks,
A lone figure returns the look, suddenly aware of a stillness which stifles the vast, opaque, still moving
air of the night.)
Gently twinned within subtle breezes and the faint hum of star light is the call to
Be still and Know that I am God.