What Exists in the Night

____What exists in the night that lives in the morning?
____Were I to hold you now, like a baby if I could, beneath these stars, could I still match them to the freckles on your face or press your lips against the smoke of a galaxy and have you believe that I was the smoke and the everything you see in the upper, untouchable world?
____Somehow--we cannot escape it--we will discover among the blackness God's pocket where He's hidden everything. Newly made of the glow of the shooting-star wishes, you and I might one day find ourselves lifting off of a lighted earth and into those dark spaces between here and the slip inside. And we won't hold hands, because we will have none, but for the moment of floating we and the stars would be one and the same, only to split suddenly and realize that we are quite perfect. How could we express a love for a night that exists in the morning, where no sun dares to outshine the stars that still shelter the wishes of ancient children? Would we then be the ancient ones?
____Because suddenly I've seen the pocket before, and don't you yearn to fly back?