Here on out

Must sleep come at night?

There are things to forget
Wits to hide at sunset
An open eye will see
Darkness comes with a fee

The night, a living bait
That spins dreams on despair
Cross-legged we sit and wait
But time was made to bare

The stars are for our pleasure
If you cannot sleep a wink
There is beauty to measure
The stars are for our pleasure

Vera