There's a beautiful soul

I met

in the moon's backyard

Making music

with the scattered fragments

of ancient stars

Unaware

how glorious he looked

in the serene light

Of the galaxies

spilling out of his heart

tonight

Concentration

writ large

in the knitted brow

on his gentle face

He sat

stringing drops

of his motley moments

into an exultant fate 

© Manic Sylph 2016