Silent night

As I sat down, tired
Of the meaningless walk
Alone, lost - the other night,
The darkness was visible, but
Not enough to find my way back.

I made a bed
Of the thick, moist grass
And rolled and rolled, as much -
No edge to fall, no air to lose
Walls and ceiling, made of glass.

The zephyr on the sweat
The coolness of defeat,
Ample support around me -
Sedentary stars standing above
The trampled grass at my feet.

Soon my eyes got wet in sleep
Dreams, even, were taking form
Then, day broke to break it all
I opened my eyes to the jeering crowd -
The early birds had got their worm.