They are always lovely, these late night skies,
And as I walk with sleep in my eyes,
I feel my faith in God arise.
Sleep so often fails me,
And though I swoon to the black night's tune,
My body grows wearier by the day,
Tired of rising with the moon.
Though the velvet night is mysterious and dear,
Daylight and its myriad charms will in hours reappear.
A resurrection grand to see, equal to the night in majesty.
Yet I am looking backward, through the telescope,
Charting the course of Jupiter and Neptune,
Blinking through my bloodshot eyes,
Tired of rising with the moon.
My friends are lost to daylight, and I am twilight's son,
Who knows if they will still be with me when all is said and done?
I am growing skeptical that sleep will grace my door,
I fear I'll be a midnight traveler, now and evermore.
I feel the time go flying by, my chariot is coming soon,
To beam me to that place of beauty far beyond the moon.
-Bruce Potts
Revised Copyright 2014
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