Comfortable Under The Covers, And A Bonfire Warming Your Frontside (The Land Of Night)

These tiny points of light pass straight through me, they seem to cool the air. The horizon is a mist that drops away as near as I can shout. The whole landscape pulls up close around me, and night holds the faint light close. This tepid light does not set the night to ease, the blackness is a border to the stars.