There is a chill in the air
as the unearthed night
rises.
Crickets fill the empty space
within my heart with prayers.
I breath and exhale,
then watch each hope melt
into the unfolding blanket of suns.
A human being’s sorrow is small,
and the Cosmos is so bright.
No man can fill its spaces with his darkness.
The stars shine
undisturbed.