It feels like space has broken through,
Our atmospheric skin.
And slowly drained its light and hue,
To darken all within.

When under wintry dark sky stood,
And all is icy cold.
Our daytime warm protective hood,
Seems lost to earthly hold.

And now, that space is on my skin,
By stealth its oil now seeping.
Its cold black cloak, consumed within,
Insidious, ever creeping.

No border now between our world,
And the deep dark depths of black.
Transparent sheet of night unfurled,
Day's mise-en-scène rolled-back.

Though deathly hot, its pin-prick lights,
Appear so very cold.
Jewels of many billion nights,
Their warmth so very old.

How vulnerable that moment feels,
Where air seems thin and short,
Before it human hubris kneels,
Indifference, fear has wrought.

Does faith and hope meet challenge here,
What does this darkness say?
As into timelessness we peer,
The why's and where's of here.

But soon the east sky lightens,
And the night recedes to grey.
The sky now warms and brightens,
To a wonderful Earth day.

Where now that world beyond our bowl,
Once safely back installed?
That reminder of our place, our whole,
To which each night we're called.