When He was happy
He placed in the sky
A thousand twinkling diamonds
And the lover reaches up, up, up

To grab these tiny jewels
And add to his collection

When He was angry
He plucked these little twinkling lights
From above
And swept the sky with a mask of dusk

And the true angel
Stands planted in the earth
Reaches up, up, up
To touch the velvet ink of night
For he knows
this is

endless
divine
perfection