Fear Not

I love that hour of the night
When the clouds blow in from the coast
And the only hint of a light
Are those thoughts that float like a ghost,
Which consider expanding space
And what it all means in the end
Long after the end of the race
Punctuates humanity's trend.
Who then will stare at midnight sky
To ponder the beauty above
Or think on a maiden to spy
After thirty years of her love?
Just as now, in those distant years,
Lovers will love...old sonneteers!