Ceremony Of Space

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    Ceremony Of Space

    Some days the skies are clear and the sun shines bright. The moon is clear to see. The stars sparkle in the day. The planets are rising and circling around ours. The beauty of the milky-way. The comet and shooting stars. The bright colors of our neighbors soothe the eyes with their enchantments. How sweet they seem to be. How lovely they dance. I can see through the cloudless sky the wonderful and beautiful dresses they wear. The skirts all full of brilliant colors sway and rise as they twirl so gently. The make-up they wear and the flow of their hair amuse and fascinate my imagination. The words and the melody soothes my soul and calms my breath. My heart sings and dances along with them. Beating my feet and twirling my head round and round wildly to the magic of the universe. The stars are angels with candles in hand wooing a special song for time. Their little white dresses sway back and forth as their hips slide for side to side in slow motion to the tambourine and drums of a Heavenly mystical embrace. The sun shines as bright as she can and the moon glows with an enchanting smile. Their lips are so closely pursed and their eyes so magically brights. They twirl themselves around and around so that you may see all their shinning gems and beads. Their hair pinned up like twin sisters ready for a mate to come along and take their hand in a dance so lovely no words can describe it. Some days the clouds have a dance of their own and that is when the angels cry. Their tears have left the Heavens so that one of their own may journey down to Earth. Yes, our home. They have given one of their own to come and accompany us. So we thank the great Heavens up above for the ceremony and we shall celebrate by dancing with the brilliant colors and astonishing gems and beads like that of our own neighbors up above.

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