Friday Night Lights

The sky is sealed with silver.
Close your eyes and watch your dreams
come through beneath the sleepy
eyes of this winter moon’s schemes.

On cold Friday nights like this,
lookout for comets and stars
that fall from heaven; angels
with broken wings and scars.

Sit closely beside the lake,
ask for her hand in marriage.
If she’ll refuse, take a dive;
the sky is sealed with silver.

Younglan Louis