3 stars

three stars float far above in the lit bright of neon light 
in creamy white of glowing clouds
the silhouette of alpine tree, foreground dark stands its tallest tip,
touches the height of night
its shoulders wear the frosted tint of the glow
no moving nocturnal wind, even the slightest wisp of breeze is nought
these crystal bright, three solitary lights boldly imposed
captivate my view, stand stark suspended
solid platinum like shine of other world chrome
pierce time and space bold into my naked, frail eye
the night is large and empty, the quarter moon behind my back
invades the dark as the the clouds in the western sky unveil its face
the clarity of the air reveals the startling glare sudden imposed 
upon the ground of weary earth by this mistress of the sun 
her light does not detract the least 
the brilliant shine of those three stars in the eastern sky, 
three quarters elevation above the ragged horizon
the still quiet penetrates connects my thought with the divine
the father, son, holy ghost
in awe i am in wonder stare
the tree, the moon, the earth aware, they bow
the power, the turns of splendor majestic move
by word of heaven's reach