The crescent moon hung high
Silver filigree in the sky,
Stars fully arrayed
Symbolically displayed,
For eyes who can see,
Their vista’s and their themes,
A dream falls unto me
Of cosmic energy,
As I fall asleep
Under this network
Of universal artistry,
Part of this matrix
Of energy where we reside,
Part of creation
I am caught up in the fascination,
Who am I ?
Who are we ?
As I sleep this universal
Question enshrouds me.
fauxcroft 
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