An Absolute Night
Up here, the moon watches, a silent astronomer gazing at us through stellar crowds. Fascinated, faintly dazzled by our unaccustomed ways, our wilds that leave its thoughts vacant as an open sea. Speechless. Barren. Spent. And that moon, searches the absolute night through sable stares of its pious eye, deep into our low-pitched dark.
A garland of stars
Dressing tonight’s window with
Star-swarms and star-streams
for dVerse Haibun #20 “Stars“
It's Still Life 
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