The Night's Poem Poem by James Smith

I am night, my blackness serves to light the stars
My onset ends another day,
My departure makes the rapid dawn
And moving on, takes light from
Those who would prolong thir sight,
Of things both near and far away.

My darkness is the black of crows
The tunnels of moles the casts of worms
A deepest indigo lit by the moon
Reveals only my infinite space,
A fleeting daylight is a pinch of white
That soon will hide it's face.

For unlike the sun that daily flees
At some changed hour to distant lands
I have no end and no beginning,
My blackness hides the nativity of stars
Whose light will shine on forms of life
That nightly rest at peace within it's absence.