Dressed in darkness wrapped in night I slink into the shadows. My feet lightly touch the soft grass careful not to disturb the stillness. I slink with the slyness of a fox and find my mirage undetected. I grin with pride in my wily ways. I slow my slink to a slow promenade under the stellar skies. I pause under my ciborium and gaze upward into the flittering vesper.

The moon's corona forms a soft lead pernciled hue hugging it's sides in a sweet embrace. The soft halo moves swiftly around the black disc while the sun eclipses. As the sun disappears a shadow remains. A thought in my mind recalls what is vanished is not lost.

A silver sliver appears announcing another presence, another actor on my priceless bejeweled stage.

I slowly sit on the damp grass and wait eagerly for the next scene to begin. Goosebumps chill my arms under my tight vinyl. I raise my hands like a conductor for a mighty symphony waving them into the air. I feel the strong verve slowly stir and spin around me. I now turn in a slow circle as the spirit slides sharply inside my soul like a incubus possessing me. My mind, heart and spirit slowly fill with vivacity, eagerness, hope and inspiration.

Reflecting upward with moist emerald star filled eyes I follow the sky forming the concutenate linking chain of ancient stars. The boreal winds now speak to me softly reassuring me that I am never alone. I tear at my vizard and drop it on my folded legs. I hug my knees and wait.

Streamers and arches of light now sway in a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors, electric, magical, alive ...captivating. The aurora borealis dances in delight as I clasp my hands first to my heart than to together in a thunderous clap. It is an infinite and timeless stage that I am humbled to watch. It is the play of all plays designed by God that defies time and space. I revere in its omnipotence. It pauses as if pleased with me. I can barely breathe. It is this immortal moment that even Morpheus God of dreams could never conjure.

I tiptoe higher reaching upward with palms out into the infinite heavens. The clouds of violet, crimson, torquise and sienna float like a supernatural spectre slowly past me. The phosphorus tail flickers by me as I churr "Comme il faut." Everything now is clear.

I wave goodbye to her gliding away. She will remain long after I am gone but the moment will remain with me. When in doubt look to the stars. In the heavens you will find the skywriting. They may not be written as a plane that spells out words but if you look hard enough and dig deep into your heart enough you will find what you seek. I slowly stand realizing that we are only as lost as we wish to be, as alone as we make it be.

Your vestige, like this night I shall carry with me always.

"Comme il faut."