soft white orb

soft white orb
in the cup of my hands
i would nestle you
from the cold black sky

and stars like sparks
hover and fall
i would catch
and string you
clasped round my neck
like a necklace of ice

misty sweeps
of frozen cloud
i would wear like a dress
of the finest gauze
and dance in the sky
like a swinging bird

and the soft white orb
would light the path
until the morning
comes