It passes, the night
Sweet planet-shadowed idyll
Facing space, lit by pinhole suns and man-made light
I live to dream
But do it best when wide aware
And fairy kissed by parsec-weary photon streams
The dreams that come in sleep are shadow-plays
All washed away by light of day
Or precious gems cast from the wreck
Of reverie on morning’s reef
And lost forever in the deep
While waking dreams born in the dark
Live on beyond amnesia’s dawn
But… it passes, the night
Soft-bordered blaze that crawls, faster than sound
This wheeling ball brought round to grounded halt
Only in dreams, or not at all
And when it comes, all certainty
Vast Helios, apocalyptic
Self-directed blast atomic
Ever crushing gas to gas
And pupil to pinprick
I turn away
Squeeze shut the lids
Press palms to face and hold it tight
And it passes for night
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