not a wink

This line will take a mile to reach the opening
A wondering in the masses of nights thoughts
To which belong my attention
I slowly realize
The miles of contemplating
How they weigh their significance
Their height and width
What steps forward to its sound
I wait until I am reached
Gentleness woos me with grace and tone
A line grows as a stem green and new
night holds me in the audience of quiet Angels
Listening
The wings hold their choir of flaps
In my night of not knowing rest
One line and the next
Bear this end bear again