Standing on the cold concrete
while all the world is fast asleep.
To greet the morning, just the birds;
to hear their song, just a girl.
And a solitary satellite who peaks between the clouds:
just a distant memory, just a woeful sound.
Stars have faded into night;
a lonely planet reflects the light
and everything will be alright
she knows, in time, but not tonight.
Through the haze a doe appears
appeasing all her thoughts and fears
for in the calm is comfort; in the silence, strength--
In the hour the sun will rise and greet the day at length.
It doesn’t quite make sense,
then again, most things are queer...
It’s benign events which make us smile
like satellites and deer.