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