2 a.m. the storm lets up
Moon finally has her say
Wind dies down
Rain stops falling
Clouds recede
Stars and nearby galaxies come out
Ones you never see by day
Most of us sleep right on through
This interlude lasted only hours
But those of us who take it in
Grounded between
Earth and sky
Reassured
Know this cosmic home is ours
Now I lay me down to sleep
The storm will pass
And, in my time, I shall too
When I do, I will be coming home
Yet, if I wake to see another day
I will rise up in my bed
For always in a storm or calm
Still here or having slipped away
My home is when and where I am
In wind swept far away
Or right here where the night before
I laid my weary head
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