The Night Watch Poem by Vincent Feliciano

As I watch the crossing voyage of the moon
Trace along the curve of the greyland
Fragments of vapor trails unravel the fibers of infinite shadows with its bastion of Orange hues.
The conglomerate of stars that monitor the bedlam and plague of the night evades their testimony behind the threat of the horizon like a silent witness.
Again, we await their reform but in parallel they repeat their mingle for the other side.
Our uncanny guardians have never slept so that we may sleep in the crease of the haven of night.