by M. M. Kolf
Night is velvet blackness and the moon
Knows of herself she is but dust and ash.
So facing the Sun she dresses for night
In a borrowed dress of dazzling white,
That casts a gentle glow upon the earth,
She herself hallowed in the night’s mist, and
Faithfully the stars fall in behind her,
Soldiers at the ready, in the cold universe.
Her pale light weaves itself through my blinds
Casting long slivers of light on my bed
And rising I look out and see the full
Face of the lady framed in my window.
And when the time for night has come to end
I see her fade in the glory of the rising star
And later ascend high in the noon sky
Its’ blue a mantle for my lovely friend.
Even now, in the new millennium,
I know little has changed in the heavens
That reflect the majesty of a night
When a mother held the newborn savior.
