Hello, good sir, way up high
above the sky,
I know you are a man for I can see your face.
I often see you near twilight
when you do your aerial ballet through the night skies.
The stars wink at your pirouettes,
They swoon at your arabesque.
Then you descend out of my sight and dawn drives away the night.
Every once in a while you surprise me by showing your face at daylight,
Perhaps you have come to have a chat with the sun.
Illustration provided by:
VS Grenier
Copyright © 2007 by: HanaCalvez
