Thesaurus, thou savest mine life.

Shades of purple and blue
Bleed beneath the night's sky.
The moon bellows in furious glows,
Stung with sparks of golden white.
Casually the starry clouds whisp,
Singing thinly with rain
And booming of molten light.
Spring forth, oh waifs of the evening.
Spill forth thy jagged silv'ry spawn,
Effulgent in greens and greys,
And speaking softly of days lost.
Swirls of blooming and lustrous fire
Far beyond the moon's jealous radiance,
Wash the expanse of blooded midnight,
Calling out in eternal, ephemeral dance.
Whisper softly, oh stars of night,
Of nimble symphonies of royal time,
Of resplendent waltzes
Through heavens gloriously bright
And twirls forevermore alight.
Compelled by maker, you dance aloft,
Shouting of things to be.
Bound away, thy footsteps set in place,
For incandescent thoughts of gold
So precious in thy delight of movement.
Praise the night that thou were born,
Bursting with fires shimmering pearl
And knowing thy place until the end.
So rejoice oh night,
Bellow as you would oh moon,
Sing oh thou clouds,
Dance as thou should oh stars,
For thou art as thou were made
And ever more shall be,
Beneath the sky and heavens majestic.