Passerby

Darkness full of purity
shines from 'finity.
Through coldest night
Of deepest hue,
Bespeckled pinpricks
cloud my view.

There, sights abound,
Like loose night mares;
To travel there?
Bah! Who would dare?

Trapped in endless wells,
It saunters into sight
Of form and composition
That's not in all a blight.
'Twixt sun and space,
Moon and star,
Behold! It's tail strewn,
Like cracks in icy ponds
Of bright, and whitest blue.

The dark will flee
And light will come
It's path is plain to see;
Why did you come?
To hear its plea?
It's known to only some.
"With e'ry pass I lose myself,"
It wails most desperately.
"No escape unless I run
Into some poor body."

Passing by, it moves along,
I watch it for a while.
Withdrawn I go to look again,
Too late, the time is dawn.