by David K. Asamoah

Oh starry night, I look at you and swoon
Enchanted by your ever constant gaze
Your numberless glowing orbs watch o’er the ruin
Of sleeping souls held in a somnolent haze
Not all are blessed to lose into that scent
Some run past dawn and miss that gorgeous high
But while the odour lingers, you present
A warming presence that feels ever nigh,
In those small hours I feel I’ve my place,
Not sleepless nor unsettled through till morn
So help my soul the darkness I would face
Without your stars to guide me through to dawn
I lie swathed in that dreamy stupor lest
I wake stripped of that temporal peace and rest.