Forever flung as snow
upon the peaks of the night,
silently they go,
angels of soft starlight.
When skies are dark, yet bright
with countless stars, that flow
in floes of brilliant light
forever flung as snow,
then softly to and fro
in heavens' holy height,
soft angels faintly glow
upon the peaks of the night.
Few eyes have seen alight
these angels, few have known
such glories soar in flight --
silently they go,
a visible rondeau
weaving the stars aright,
angels that stoop not low,
angels of soft starlight.
I must admit, the sight
of these angels that sow
the stars within the night,
I may not ever know
forever flung.