Night

The site to watch music

Soar over our sweetest dreams

Communicates to all of space

Corridors of ships, phantoms and stars

All we might be, they are

Night struts and spans unpersuaded landscapes

Whispering in tongues older than our thoughts

Wilder than our fears

Its voice of practiced expectation

Folds within all fragile creation

The darkness we fear when born

Becomes with age our safe port

Where gravity forms pebbles and planets

Each part a copy of a world

Larger than our own

When you see us, night, are you crying or smiling?

Your lights are far and very few

Yet we love them all