Half-Night Sky

by Aidan Andrew Dun

For Frank


Warm caramel zones interspersed
with powder-blues, luminous pinks;

A million eyes inside the brilliance
of the peacock-hour look down.

The whole universe spreads its fan
outward through endless heavens;

Under a silver birch on a hill
the dead and living converse.

A semidarkness of ultra-violet
returns with crepuscular spell;

Suffering’s far away: the friend
translated to the stars somehow

Whispers in the hour of the wolf,
speaks under a half-night sky.

Truth makes beauty voluntarily still:
metallic-blue twilight listens closely.

All terrible distances are apparent
since these are identified again.