In The Dark Of Night

A gasp of crescent moons
has a breath full of stars
drawn deep in the night
as the sun lay exhausted
under the blanket of skies
and it's cotton of clouds,
is a single breath of night
drawn deep from dusk till dawn
and in that blank of night
was a blink of passing sky
It is then that poets awake
resurrected too in the break
as the world pauses enough
for us to catch our own breath