The Lights Of Night

The lights

of Night.

Those starlets.

Those distant

souls.

Always adrift

in an ocean black.

Never setting anchor.

Never coming ashore.

Those bright self-luminous worlds.

Those wayward hands of blue.

Reaching into eyes.

Touching the depths.

Gathering it all.

Forming a precise

sharp point.

So far away

yet in all places.

Terrorfying

yet comforting.

The silent overseer.

The poignant muse.

An eternity passes.

Without a word.

Without a name.

Without a reason.

Now twilight arrives,

seemingly erasing

the distance.

With abandon!

Birds now fly close.

They sing.

Celebrating arrival.

Charming the sun

out from hiding.

Rising

to set

the world

alight.

The eyes

aflame.

The soul

ablaze.