NIGHT SONG

The evening shows no reluctance
in enveloping the dregs of the day,
leaving a cool breath of promise.
The clouds build in
enveloping the moon
half pillow, half shroud.
Tomorrow is an empty promise
that will accept what we offer
or nothing at all, save the rain
it will hold back another day.
One star appears, pulls the
curtain of clouds around it
and whispers to the night
I am all there is, cherish me.