Hung under the canopy
Like origami stars
Crafted delicately
In goddess hands
Dangling last embers
Bursting like stars
In their own right
Into bright new flames
As slits in the surface
Reveal pockets of air
Come consume
Claim their own stake
And sleep passes
Like an aura beholden
To the waning heat
Burning for silence
A midnight river
Echoed off the trees
That line the night
Standing like sentries
Folded against relief