An Anchor in the Dark

It's constant, the black
It's that one thing that never changes
Always the same
After the lights went out
No matter the day
Wherever my feet may take me
When the light slips
Vanishing the myriad empty windows
Softening the harsh edges of crumbling masonry
I always look up
And it's always the black
When the cloud breaks
Old friends in the night
Punctured by speckled bright
Their faces drawn in white
A purer form of light
Showing direction which is right
All through the perilous night

No matter the vagaries of the day
The whims upon which the sun shines
No matter the blood on my hands
The means to ensure one more sunrise
No matter
No matter at all
As long as I'm swallowed by that black
With its speckled sky to guide my way
In this silent edge
At the end of time.