i sat awake for eternity lastnight
staring out the window.
or maybe it was hours.
from behind a curtain of clouds
the full moon cast its blue-white satin glow across the garden.
i felt certain time had stopped.
the light did not change,
night would not come,
sleep would not come,
not a leaf stirred.
immortal oak branches held perfectly still,
like ink-black lightning against the unending pearl-gray sky.
the world was silent and still.
one sure star blinked into the southern sky,
as it danced within its own clear song of light.