Sounds of Sky

Drift out upon those open wings, you singing child

and let the glory ring

from point to point of wilderness light

to take us up and into the joys

of the monuments in the sky

Begin the symphony, with blue drifting down to black;

from the passion of the golden sun

to the gentle notes of moonlight song.

Then rise the stars in bright,

strident tones within the dark

layer upon thousand layer

drifting out from on high.

The conducter swung his baton wide

and scattered out the tune

from a world here to light years away,

creating a song sung infinite times

across every galaxy.

So you and I set small beneath

an orchestra so bright,

to take deep the breath we long to breathe

within the sounds of the sky.