The night opened its sleepy eyes
And squinted down at me,
A tiny spec here in the dark,
Almost too small to see.
I barely moved, my breath held still,
I sat there quietly
As all the burning eyes of night
That filled the darkened skies
Watched patiently to see themselves
Reflected in my eyes.
How could such creatures, born of fire
Be interested in me
I have no ancient soaring soul,
My heart’s not fierce and free,
Yet still their gaze is downward bent
And focused intently
So I peered back as fixedly
Into night’s sparkling skies
And suddenly I saw myself
Reflected in their eyes!
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