Wee Hours

The celestial salt cellar, overturned,
Sprinkled black velours with pinprick-sized crystals -
Pendants of an asymmetrical chandelier.

Stock-still silhouettes of wooden sentinels
Mantled head to foot in darkness
Decorate the horizon yonder.

Like suspended cherub feathers and condensed angel breath
Cloud banks swan across the star-dusted infinity -
Aimless vapor boats in an inverted sea.

Lent light is radiated on a reposing half-earth
By nighttime's pearl held by invisible arms of ether
In the overhead blue-black tinted concave oyster.

To the unsleeping eye, wee hours are
Replete with awe that the day hides with light
As well as slumber hides in the achromatic dark.