The Vault of Heaven

Constellation Leo westerly leaps
as if pouncing after the setting moon
when all the while humanity sleeps
much to the relief of every racoon
who know full well that midnight will not last
and to make the most of the peace it gives,
like a leftover slice of Yule past;

a dark comfort modicum that still lives
in the cool hours of every night
zephyred wide open for each vista star
beyond the faintest plodding satellite
gamboling the early warning radar...
watching the heavens no where near as much,
as an idealist...just out of touch.