Ever-Night
Though it be a daylight hour
As the sun approaches noon,
I know just past this ring of blue
Spin the stars and silver moon.
Buried neath the glowing sun
They lie only out of sight.
For space will always exist
In a state of ever-night.
So writers, painters, poets;
Fret not nights sure departure.
Let night live throughout the day
And on and on forever.
Though the moon sink out of view
And the stars melt in daylight,
Never forget they wait for you
In a state of ever-night.
This poem is about:
Our world