Beverley Vienneau Night I feel so tiny The sky has come Black, velvet ink. A huge goddess Drapes her cloak Desperate. For meaning (No end, no beginning). The stars Like tiny white souls So far away Scattered in the Vast wonder of Darkness Oh God, I could fly forever And never see all the beauty! What a wonder, What a great escape, The night sky Which lulls me to sleep, Which tempts me to dream, Who comforts, who soothes With a colourless world Of angels. © westronwynde magazine 2011 isbn-13     978-0- 9732582-4-0