The silver sun
sits amongst the stars tonight;
a mirror of the daylight’s eye,
that sends these eyes astray,
from the panes they travel through.
But they are not thoughts of science;
like the golden drapes of day
reveal only that which is known,
and there is little wonder in knowledge.
Yet so much more
in the uncertainty of the unfamiliar.
As I prolong my gaze
at the sky’s glimmering grey light
I smile at its perfection;
its full circle, so continuous;
a ring which weds me,
in wonder, to the night.
I shall breathe
and know nothing.
I shall let that breath be stolen
even for a second,
beneath the silver sun
where life and beauty became one.