The Perseids' Nocturne

[_color_me_in]

With a solemn chord it began,
dissipating the echoes of the day,
the fraying strands of pristine light
which twine into entropy; nothingness;
as the moon forsook the sea.

And with just one chord of blissfulness,
the world stood silent; still;
for even the jaded blades of grass
seemed to bend at will to the serenity.

Alas! It was but a second,
yet it seemed so pure;
only words could obscure
that simple stream of unity
which slips seamlessly ere our eyes.

And with silver chords the stars combine
at the will of this hand of mine
which traces across the empyrean
in oh so senseless little lines
in an attempt to redefine the world.

But as fingers dance across the sky,
my etches swirl in sweet disorder,
lights flying in graceful arcs
which mark the world forevermore.

For it was just one insignicant chord.