Moon Legde

Sitting upon the skies
blue-black mantle,
I look down at the world far below,
sighing at the near perfectness of the land;
with stars dotting my head like an invisible crown,
lighting my view of all the eye can see.
On my perilous perch,
I swing my legs
to the tune the stars beat out,
pulsing in the sky.

4/27/2008