Eyes, dark and empty,

gaze into the crisp,

cold December sky,

Magically they appear,

a production of the arts,

a dance, yes, a ballet.

Gracefully, they are woven between

the silhouette of the stars

and the darkness of the steel-blue sky.

Each crystal, unique, enticing, and enchanting,

They captivate their audience.

Fixated and overwhelmed with emotions.

As quickly as they appear, they are gone.

With reverence, the curtains close.

There is a standing ovation,

Another classical production comes to an end.

~CJ Ramsaran~