Firmamental

Shining like electric honey
Is a strawberry moon tonight
Giving the sun a run for its money
And angels a halo delight
On all of the harps that they play
When composing heavenly dreams
Of radioactive decay...
Spot lit by the moon and her beams
As if staged for Olympic gods
And their golden ratio thoughts
Devoted to the stellar facades
Of bombastic sky Argonauts
Who spend summer nights in a frolic
Of eternal light hyperbolic!