a trillion moons

circling fragments
studding the throne of heaven
without light of their own
gravitate to a body of
immeasurable glory

void of atmosphere
void of native moisture
or the molecules of life
they obey a spheroid symphony
born of jealous animation
from creation’s womb

named by the original mind
who sang love into the stellar wind
and into the hearts of angels
they are called out like their
brighter cousins to add their masses
to the extravaganza...to the consummation
to the dazzlement of the cosmic dance

mna
3/3/2018