By Richard H. Fay
Luminous orbs dart through the night sky,
Tracing wild figures against the firmament,
Drawing my eyes ever upward and outward.
Brilliant spheres move in serpentine patterns,
Weaving and twisting across the vast heavens,
Performing maneuvers peculiar and preposterous.
Bizarre beings then pilot their dazzling craft downward,
Descending nearer and nearer my drably earthbound form,
Then inviting me to join them among those innumerable stars.
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