The Dusty Molecular Cloud

I want to be honest,
And I want to be dark

As the shadowed angels
Who keep watch, patiently.

There’s too much light in me.
I like the lights too well,

The feathered moon, the stars,
Fiery day, pearly night.

I have a happy heart,
Easily contented.

I sit in a courtyard
And glow, too placidly.

I want to be honest
About the dark. I want

To have pronounced the names
Of night’s shapes, correctly.