as i look out the porthole to the night
to watch the journey that the stars do take
they always run around the moon as if
they do not care
                     about the shadows hiding
just right behind their backs in dusky night

in my warm friendly bed i hear sometimes
shadows are falling, lurking, leaking into
the rooms like dripping faucets always dripping.

and then i turn the searchlight to inspect
but they are gone in light like shadow stars.