He flies pale in the night

In light of


He flies pale in the night
With the moon
Stranded weightless
In the sky
With the sun
That ever blazing
Ball of fire
Marking his place in time
In his eye
A little blue dot
Dancing its path in the heavens
Rests
Holding all that ever was
And all we can ever hope to be
If we but try
All of this
And other weighty matters
Transpire
In its confines
As well that may be
It is of small concern
In light of the many
Many galaxies
in his overburdened sight


Chris McQueeney