Star: A Poem

I see him, but not now;
I behold him, but not nigh:a star shall come out of jacob.
Numbers 24:17 KSV

No star is visible except at night,
Until the sun goes down, no accurate north.
Day’s brightness hides what darkness shows to sight, 
The hour I go to sleep the bear strides forth.
I open my eyes to the cursed but requisite dark, 
The black sink that drains my cistern dry, 
And see, not nigh, not now, the heavenly mark 
Exploding in the quasar-messaged sky.
Out of the dark, behind my back, a sun 
Launched light-years ago completes its run.
The undeciphered skies of myth and story Now narrate the cadenced runes of glory.
Lost pilots wait for night to plot their flight, Just so diurnal pilgrims praise the midnight.