Reticence

I have, as it were, my own sun and moon and stars, and a little world all to myself. - Thoreau

brilliant, ballistic stars blazed away and blew deep, penetrating, bulleted kisses

with their six-shooters of sanctity from the stratosphere

a rotating world turned a cold shoulder to a glowing, reticent, lunar attraction

the reclusive sun burned with envy and decided to combust incognito

angels joined together with steepled accordance in the clouds with a thunderous chorus of deliverance

no one seemed to appreciate the gravity of the situation

Author's Note

"The stars are God's dreams, thoughts remembered in the silence of his night." - Thoreau