"Night"

Night

To the far shores of Day
The night is travelling,
Passing Delirium Bay,
Seeking the end of everything.

Numbly she suffers, as God
Wants to supply the dawn
But night is so proud
that she's night-
She'd rather be left alone.

Neither the moon nor the stars
Are willing to shine on her worst
She's left to shadows, yet shadows mean light
is present to helm her course.

He's with her as a wish,
as a wind
Tacking a long-torn sail...
...Night has arrived,
and they both
Gracefully stayed till the day.

@1993, Avi Abrams