Noight Fete

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

caught betwixt two worlds

thinking it kin

i look up to a full moon's wide grin

as it brandishes gifted light in the dark

to a choir of angels i kneel and hark

its gilded glow leaving an indelible mark

my heart and soul kindled to a bonfire from an equinoctial gale's spark

celestial heaven i am in

accompanied by gemini's well-healed twin

let the festivities begin

Author's Note

"The youth gets together his materials to build a bridge to the moon, or, perchance, a palace or temple on the earth, and, at length, the middle-aged man concludes to build a woodshed with them." - Thoreau