Dark Sky

The hidden dark sky tells its tale: ungone, Of storm and wind behind their tongues; Clouds that whisper above drift in grace, And hide from face the forgotten moon's. Stars buried in the deep night, Now lost are their silvery gleams from view. Yet fills air; the world sleeps; While secrets in silence creep. Thunder moans in the distance, Lightning strikes ever-trembling tones. Yet here [in more broad deeps] the dark sky maintains dreams to keep. Here behind its veil is our habitation, Beneath soft-tracing race of stars overhead: And in shadow, we are free to fly, Under the wings of the dark sky.