Night is only shadow
in which the stars remind
that light is all around,
still burning. This, an admonition
to us,
the small dimensionists,
the ones,
in all this matter,
that struggle with our fear.
The frailest of birds,
in the coldest dark,
sleep sound, somewhere. So,
as this earth turns,
each day,
and night
until a lifetime
of days and nights
recede into the final shadow, there
is only
somehow having learned,
to sleep sound
and dream
in star mind.
