This enchanted evening seems
full of grace, sending favors on
beams of light swift and straight.
What have I ever done to merit
a billion silver eyes smiling
down on me? They ask nothing
but that I enjoy these sequins
dancing on a stage of midnight
blue. I pray on a boulder with places
worn smooth with the fit of my elbows.
My breath steams into the purple night.
I'm alone but not lonely. Flicks of light
almost alive, wrap me in a shawl
of blue-shadowed silk. This lighter blue
holds my hand the way my father
did before he was called to shine
on me as a point of light straight
and swift. Touch me now, Oh, my father.
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