Eine Kleine Nachtmusik

and up it goes, of notes and prose to triumphantly sing

luminate the skies fore the dayspring when light, it does

level the fields and shields from all sight of

everything we threw, everything we knew, up high

genuine and spry, an outcry of joy to spread

radiance and stars into nightly skies, an uprise

of all we can sing, those of the moon, and all that we bring



rare, the cool glow of the world that we know, in tow

of a blue sphere, but certainly more sincere

married to flows of bars composed of stars

and all the wounds and scars that led us to our moon

naught, marooned, but tuned to the twilight

contained in the hearts of all who croon

euphonic melodies of love and boons from those who suffered far to soon



may it be, may you see, what was done, entropy

equalize, darkened skies, earthly ties, numenize

now a moon sings it's tune, crescent lune, to bequeath

unbelieved, yet achieved, supercede, and be free

eloquence, be writ large, not at all temperate

to a 't', activate, faithfully, let it be

totally will we get all the pain, no disdain

openly will we be unlikely renegades



finally, let it be known and may all be shown what does

liberate and separate the songs of the broken ones

norms of unspoken ones, hid behind shadows of chosen ones

all we ever dreamed to be, although muted, sober and

low key, will not stop the liberty of those fought the ague

ended the plagues and chose to live in the skies the rest of their lives