Night Like a Blade
Night draws out like a long, sharp blade.
Keen edged, it carves its image upon a
black-ink sky. As iron sharpens iron, the
knife hurls glowing planets and stars
upon the deep.
A soft-faced moon of soapstone,
is the sharpening tool upon which the
knife's edge beckons light into the darkness.
Its opaque face is the focal point of all the
twinkling entities illuminating a quilted darkness.
Each night's sharp-honed edge is a memory
to hold in the mind's eye. The spark thrown
stars and stone-faced, silent moon remind us
of the unrelenting friction our earth must feel
hurtling resolutely through an endless void.
Night, like a long blade draws out from dusk
until the dawn again cracks with morning light.
Night Like a Blade
3-17-15
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