Time\'s Needle.
Stretching and shouldering night away a sun crouches
to birth black\'s ousting
by one more empty circle of dark\'s hollowed pouches
then outs in sparkling showers.
Spangled with myriad star-labour unfolding membranes,
like numberless leaves
dreamers listen to soft serenades as the universe favours
lullaby-sighs of deep breathing.
Silvered surface shivers with night-eyes as glittery dust
follows with dart-swift
flight each soul\'s winged journey while murmuring deep
mysteries to those sleeping still.
Glimmers on sightless horizon reveal light\'s celebration
while untrodden dew
newly writhing in close-capped life waits inertia\'s frame
stirring to shake before rising.
Piercing the brain time\'s needle regathers worn threads
and remembers that more
sown seed means now-grown grain needs re-collection
in daylight\'s mind-aware storage.
Open-eyed, naught is over as hinging on less or more,
sun, with slumber done,
now hurries to open the thin partition between yawns
of torpidity and more hours won.