Night

The quiet fabric,
  spread across the sky,
Twinkles and shines,
  frail light, strong
Against the backdrop
  of darkness and hushing.
The world is pausing,
  until dawn comes, full.
Now is the time for
  dreaming, and wandering
In the heart, at peace,
  no rush or hustle.
The bugs give their
  signal to be calm, slow.
Because now is the
  time to dance in the soul.