Night Sky

Her eye had a rendezvous at the park.
It ran down in the dark and at once
embraced the night, twirling in arms
of starlight; the optic twinkle
ambiently magnified.

It spun out of balance and fell back,
laughing, a mere child to the ancient
night, who, to steal the liveliest
sparkle, proffered a pipe. The eye lit
up and puffed hour after hour, while
her human tossed in bed, gripped by
insomnia.

How sad this betrayal, this scheming
sky. How ignorant this vision, this
Judas eye.