Night Sky

In the quiet, I hear it

The voice, the spirit

Alone I wait for it to surround me

The power of the wind, or the wisp of a tree

Through the dropping of acorns I know it is near

Through the jump of a fish or the sprint of a deer

Out here, alone, man finds himself

The embodiment of that painting you keep on your shelf

Alone in the snow, bear tracks on the ground

And off in the distance, a startling sound

Fear not, weary traveler!

For nothing can harm you!

Look up to the stars and take in the hue

Of the Milky Way

The sundown sky deep and blue

That such things exist you never, ever knew

But it is what surrounds you now that will carry you through

For from it you came

The night sky is you.