Tonight, the setting sun announced the coming stars
with streaks of pinks and reds that wove a riot of the clouds,
fighting off the purples of the night
and howling at the dying day with shocking hues.
In their fading wake there came an early moon,
a piece of quiet, hanging fire in the dusk
that called me home
until I stood, still-struck, by the road,
staring like a moth and
pouring every hope-song of my heart
into the ear of heaven.