a la jake

The clouds drift slowly across the night sky,
plumes of grey hope in a darkening world.
While the sun is sleeping, never can I,
for night is the sum of my dreams unfurled.
Of course apollo's globe is beautiful,
but for me, prometheus' gift,
more beautiful by far, beyond a tool, (looking for a different word than beautiful if you've got one)
when dark i watch her dance, her fingers lift,
against the clouds her burning heart is fierce
i feel her in my bones when the sky sleeps,
just as sharp as cupid's arrows pierce
a cleaner burn than when a lover weeps.
A darkened night will never tell you lies,
but stars are just as bright as sparkling eyes. (spark'ling ->two syllables)