guards her secret beauty,
jealously hidden behind the passing clouds,
every moment changing.
it's only at night when she sleeps
that the cloak slips away
and the twinkling lights
from the deepest and farthest places
within
shine out.
and the sky doesn't fall.
and the earth goes on turning.
then the sun slowly comes back
to look again on the pretty blue cape
and the clouds rush back
to begin their dutiful march
and the peace of nighttime? forgotten.
