Too Short A Stay

At 1am, when I descend from the
second floor led by white starlight
on the banister, I know outside
the disrobed kitchen windows,

in your yard is a moon, and the
world is miracle, jump and spill
as I, a guest who wishes to never
leave, peels back the night sky to

reveal brighter stars in their
graceful arcing sway. And I will
miss your days, their spinning
joy and sheen. My happiness.