The Night stars walk on stilts
My cold fingers flutter like bats in the dark
I can cover up a galaxy with my palm

The Night feels like a wet sweater
Cold and close
My soul stretches like a cat and rubs its back on the sky
My body shivers, knowing utter small-ness

I fear the dark but
Not the Night
The dark is stranger
But the Night is kind for it
understands the dark and it's dark nature
And wraps me in velvet and glitter