3 a.m....or is it 4?
nobody knows,
'cept the wee creature
who is wailing,
protesting Daddy's too-long absence
i step outside
and there above me
shines every star in the universe
sparkling like gems
across the heavens
did God turn down the lights
on this sleepy town?
there are stars
i've never seen before
i close my eyes, they are still there
this night is made
for vibrations of love, word made flesh,
what needs to be said
utterances of greater
truths, silence brightened up
it's 4 a.m.
he settles at last
but i am awake now, in
parts long slumbered
insides spilling forth like stars
acs
10.2.13
