A cosmic chorus

The lyrical sun meets the day hopefully,
a low trill softly rising like the hum of footsteps
falling on the hillside, bringing goodwill
to those who listen. That subtle, haunting
sound warbles in the ears of humanity,
perched above us but inviting fellowship.

There’s a lesson here, I think — the light
recedes and returns (a tide for the whole
planet not just the flustered oceans)
permitting the moon to hold luminescence
until it illustriously trumpets its return — 
an example of civility for deaf ears.

Are we more moon than jelly fish? 
Do we hold a mirror to the light, feigning
a warmth we have not within us? Or can we glow
from within, lighting a course for people
to accompany us as we find the chords
to harmonize with the orbiting haloes 
circling us in a cosmic chorus?

Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019

Written for the BrewNSpew Cafe weekly prompt “haunting” …. though admittedly not so much with the Halloween. 🎃 👻