The sun burned in envy when the night wed the moon, adorned in infinite stars, with the Milky Way her bridal gown, a hush enveloped her midnight-blue skies, she sighed with swallows twilight flight as she reclined over the earth, the setting sun still mourned lost love. Her darkness, her mystery, is not to be feared, it is a comforter, the music of her silence lulls the lonely and the grieving to sleep, as the cat's lavender eyes glow in the moonlight as he creeps, nightfall singers blend with the angels' rhapsodic trumpets, the sweet sacredness of such a wedded union, is celebrated in starr