Earth Bound Stars

In  the  late   night  sky,

early morning,The smoky grey fog    

hangs   thick  in   the  air, And  morning  

dew begins to transpire. Like a gypsies orb, 

or  beads  of glass. Liquid pearls untouchable, 

sprinkled  across the cropped grass, sticking 

 to the  blades  like  stickers. They  reflect 

the moon  hung high in the  blackness,

sparkling   under  the glimmering

 diamonds  of  night.