The sphinning spheres

diving deep into the void
into some farflung space of
indigo blue. . .so cool,
illions of orbs,
so round in perfection,
illions of momentia
so far away in silent peace,
gleaming spots by night
they sleep by day,
yet hurtle the heavens. . .
in the blanket of space
their chorus is celestial
but their song is unheard
in the still of evening dark,
and the distant globes hang
in quietude and taciturnity.