Awake - Zane Paxton

Sleeping Peasant - Francisco Londonio

When I stay awake, perhaps the stars
Are want to make their whispers noticed;
That if I listen closer, memoirs
Afar will glisten the remotest

Space of my heart. I find the midnight
Silence departs from inside my mind
While constellations become the light
To guide libations, as from the blind.

I wonder, too still to part my lips,
Beyond the spill of all I know,
Then behold the black of my eclipse
And wait for some crack of sun to show.

Amidst the absence of prevailing
Rest I find license for dependance
Depends upon resistance failing
To resist a quiet transcendence.