As We Walked Home Poem by Paul Brookes

skies dizzy with clouds, puffed skerries of light
wind blown slaves, jet stream harried

slowly night steals the daylight
bleeding away to light other continents

children juggling with stars
blue gems or white diamonds
little icicles suspended on invisible strings

curvaceous constellations arch spanned spangles
phosphorescent beaded curtains.
reflecting wonder in childish eyes
as they walk home moonlight in their steps.