Night Sky Ballet

NIGHT SKY BALLET
4 December 2016

In the empty dead blackness
curls of pastel colours
whirled and twirled
and stretched and swept
awakening the black
into a back-
drop of colour itself

and the whole slow-swirled into a skybrushed painting . . .
 and sang a single note of a sigh-soft harp
then whispered a windblown miss you poem
and fluttered to the ground
as a drumbeat life!