Noctilucence accommodate my eyes
Play host to my sleepless spies
unveil all of your omissive lies
yield up to me the fruit of your candor!
Where does God rest when he
the moon’s light does tender?
what sleepy raiment does He don
in such majestic splendor?
Surely, oh great vaporous light-of-night
these hidden truths you would impart!
Warn the world of the namesake
in a stellar dart
How Satan could have broken His Holy Heart
and been given the darkest name of light.
By Allan J Gillis