A Sonnet For Lasting Through The Night Poem by Cailey Martin

Be striving always for the silence that dies
Between the rising wings of butterflies–
Not toward sleek shelters, paned with twisted glass,
Nor peopled halls, where the exalted pass.
Watch life’s dead and adopt their wasting run
Until your yearnings are classed as undone.
In measured paces, construct a kingdom.
Fasten your eyes upon that which is wholesome
(It is not real or here, but none need know.)
Sing praises in the fire’s sighing glow,
Though the blaze is past, and your religion weak.
Go where stars kneel down to kiss your cheek–
Hop the fourth step, with its damning creak–
Whisper to the moon of the dawn you seek.