Night lies down, spreads out luxuriously wide
behind naked Moon and
Moon rests gently against Night's breast
marking their place in Time.
Mars moves in close like a chaperone
keeping company with the Stars,
sailors of Sky's vast fleet.
They watch without envy
not like jealous bridesmaids waiting
for their chance to shine as brightly.
They are passing cousins.
Some making return visits,
others getting a first glimpse since they split
in the war they now call the Big Bang.
Sky remembers that event differently,
and the lengths gone to
to tell the story, slowly
enuciating every faint glimmer and glistening
lost on the earthly speed demons below.
I want confess, here under your spectre
for my faults and failures,
for my omissions and assumptions.