A Lullaby

There’s a bow around the moon;
Venus shines behind a veil
Of a haze that’s high and pale;
Night will not be over soon.

I am like the clouds that drift
All unseen through dead of night,
Save where stars or moon are bright
And one sees the darkness lift.

Here on earth the dark is deep,
But the cloud tops keep their gaze
Upward where the stars still blaze;
In that glory go to sleep.

So I slumber, lost between
Somber earth and gloried skies,
Waiting for the light to rise,
Lost in shadows and unseen.