Treasure

Stars hide away, beneath the far dark night;
we look around in a daze, and find a shine all around.
Beyond the bridge lies an angel, smiling, abated;
to reach, to go, far away, where she hides her smile.

Day and night all pass away alike, outshining every pursuit,
to the untravelled path, and the inland depth of the sea.
Someday alone, or accompanied by a cry — but through;
and the morning calls, for treasure, at this time.