Night

It is a sky of ice scattered on velvet, spreading its soft, dense blanket up and to the edges of the universe Moon, a mirror for the gods to peer in, reflecting slices o f light that shine Fingers of the treetops write shadowy messages across the silence of the night Still as breath held in anticipation the night huddles and hovers over all oft winds sing a lullaby to the ears of all who are awake to hear its tune The earth sighs deeply in pleasure as it spins on its stick with rhythm Such beauty as this night ,wasted for the lack of eyes to appreciate.