Haft way There

We descend from the sky.

The moon sparkles like divine star.

The stars morning dew upon the leafs.

The gray clouds part to reveal a sliver of golden sun.

The glass cool against my cheek, as the wing tips.

The sky painted pink, orange, purple and red.

The city was a blaze of starlight diamonds.

The wing tipped and day turned to night.

The stars were blazing and moon had a gentle glow.

Finely the we went to land as the sky was split in two.

Haft day and haft night.

The sun over the land I was traveling to

And the moon over the water I had crossed.

As we land the night finely leaves

And is replaced by a new day.