Blanket of Stars

I find solace in you When tiredness consumes me, I rest my head in your darkness And find comfort in the warmth of your light. You sleep soundly in your quilt Of thick black clouds, like smoke, Guiding-light stars frame you, Eyes closed in bliss. A single spot of crisp, clean paper Where the spilled India ink Of impenetrable dark Failed to cover. Though hidden, I see you, In brisk morning air, Faintly resting on the horizon Of cotton fields. Your blanket of stars is vast And has no end, But is transparent enough To spy you through. Celestial glow cannot be dimmed, Not on the cloudiest nights That fall into clearest mornings, You cannot dissolve completely.