Three Glories

the stars fell for youthat you may have your fill you may wish upon them just call their names and say a prayer.
and then the moon succumb, now it rests upon the palm of your hand.  next, came the muse of the universeappealing for her piece begging for a space.
juggling gloriesinto a euphoric journey.  the star, the moon and the  muse,betrothed to thee;  your wish is their command.
©jenh2012