It isn't busy right now in my person
so the night corrected my quiet in its sleep
with silver dots with black marks with gold stars
I am sleeping in it to find my face of a dumb animal
my cow face, my face of a loyal dog
At its center night puckers and folds time
It pulls far away into near and high
stretches a thin muscle of vacuum
streams silent between twigs holding up the sky
soaks the grass and the loam, soaks earth at the core
soaks salt from tears
My head laid to one side, my ear on the pillow listening
your heart near mine flies in its cage
Love, don't worry there's nothing and that nothing is soft
you can rest in it all night, you can hear night in the joints
Everything joined together, my hand in your hand
my day laid flat against your night
my sky inside your promise my promise inside your sky.
Don't worry, an untucked corner of the night
always shows the first touch of day,
white sheet under dark blanket here in our bed
we'll lie together flat on top of the earth
Some day we'll sleep together in the night that doesn't wake
it won't be soon it will be too soon
Then our life will be whole, a dream no one can read
Our life will be a dream, night will be our day