So as the sun sets,
the light resides
in care of night-
a spattered portrait
velvet splayed,
that tells the tale
of shadows grace.

Reminding me
the nothing is
the place where
possibilities are born-
dreams coruscation
glimpsed along the
stars in our eyes.

We fling them
high into the mercy
of night and wait-

to see what shapes
they’ll form
in rise of day
and find our place
among the pattern.

So as the sun sets,
the world hopes
and we create;
One could build
an entire empire
in the crease
of nights gaze.