The Night

The ruby sun has gone down in the west

The shadows finished stretch and now at rest

It was the moment for the silent stars

As they all stare from the limitless sky

Shine like sequins on a pitch-dark cushion

In every town commerce was motionless

Machines posed in idleness; so jobless

Silence was a choir or muted notes

Movement peacefully rest in dormancy

Except for the fireflies like comets

Silence not expressive like syllables

For stars beautiful like coral jewels