Of Friends and Fables

The night sky was in its usual shade
Except that the stars were on a parade
Like giggling trinkets and lofty jades
They dyed the blue into a vivid wave

Warmth plunged onto an icy palm
The stars mollified an inner qualm
Like a reply to an unsung psalm
They’re far-flung, so how come

Eyes untied to view the expanse
Saw nothing alike the tiny suns
Like lids ajar like down in the dumps
Look within, pounded the drums

The hued quilt of the starry night
Glazed in gold was beyond sight
Like cordless kite like blinding light
Space is immaterial to true might