Seeing Through the Night

The sky castles hide their moon,
  beyond the edges of night forests and their quiet breezes,
where I am a lone and silent traveler
    small beneath the trees;
where I wander, awestruck at the sky
    and the way the heavens declare the heavenly
with their vast and brilliant cry.

Oh, the soul is pulled by those wide spaces
    where the morning makes its earliest strides
yet my soul is trapped down among the grasses,
    with these strong and hungering ties.

But I fight the pull – I will always fight –
    and seek release from the wayward passions
that so often become my guides;
I wish that it would all be made fully real
    and that I would recognize
  that power that traps the sun in orbit
      and holds the bird in flight.

Of only, if only
    I could see through the night.