As An Audience Sleeps

 As the dusk arrives and the moss gathers on a thousand pebbles;

As the colour strips away from the peeling clouds;

As the dark night doubts, for just one second, before he allows

the first star to splash its delight; lifting the darkness to the boon of twilight

which draws the empty soul out from under the covers that are

the tranquil mask over day;

As the ocean falters on its decision and shakes hands with the moon

as he turns on his projector;

As the earth begins to shiver with heavy eyelids,

unable to throw her glory into the prevailing light shimmer;

As the moment of whispers and secrets is revealed

as an audience sleeps;

That's when all questions are answered.

Accepting all that is as it is, relenting to the understanding that we can control but we are not in control. Man did not create the universe. That brings to bear its glory.