Lamplight’s ghosted all was well,

Tamed air robed my face as night fell.

Gods altar came out stars thus shine,

Moons mantled face seemed locked in time.

I seek the treasure in the jeweled skies,

My poet’s heart clamors out and cries.

Wreathed by stars a sacred light,

My odorous heart locks in my plight.

For inspiration is that I seek,

Under the heavens creative juices weep.

As they weep digits scribble,

Unlocking the art of the poet’s riddle.