Stars at maghrib
I see mystery in the sky played out
as night takes helm, leaving the day now
topaz, in its exhaustion, settles gently down
I see altair and deneb the first to arrive
In murky blue they hide, in peace they live
In darkness they lie, a secret solace they give
They might hear the calls of the mosque below
They might shake and shiver
They might cry in sorrow
For even stars see, time and its lies
For even the sky knows
Of its inevitable rest
Not in topaz nor in thistle
But a surging black
From wherein will rise
a generous new sun
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