What energy has black night?
The strike at last of an owl,
or the silent pattering of mouse.
The stars are too distant it seems,
and tonight there is no moon.
But I am here like the moon,
dragging the song of the day
into silence as if it were mine.
I must learn to sleep
where sleep finds me,
and let the light I cling to
seep out endlessly.
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