The streets of sky run with stars in thaw,

Such light, against all planetary law

Of season and color, blue, green, straw,

Red, in this raw time, over a gray scene

Set as if for a shivering few actors, lean,

Sullen, hardly knowing what their lines mean.

We walk fast always looking down, we fulfill

The part with a grey-suit gesture, until

One day we walk offstage up a high hill

Wherever light was long ago decided.

There gray in us by gold and gold is chided,

And a new day by knife parted and provided.

Then any citizen's poor and stumbling verb

Reaches to cry miracle, shout loud, disturb

The sky's length, and fill to the long curb

With praise, surprise, and joy, the starry throw

Of the straight streets of heaven toward Cod. Go,

Cries the heart. Run. Climb. Be the overflow

Into tonight the flood of all light we know.