The moon shines like a street lamp

Casting long translucent silver angels through the trees

Turning their green leaves into plump white magnolias

Petals of silk, ripe fruit of the new heaven

The moon shines like a city and the stars like Christmas lights

Strung out across the sky, flickering down their infinite trails

Down the paths of redemption and light

The heavens sing a Christmas hymn of ringing silver bells