Monolith

It’s not late,
we should not be sleeping,
the sky’s still ablaze
by billions of stars, flickering.

There’s still time to breathe,
to lit the candle-
The journey ill begins
for us to dandle.

It’s not far,
we should keep on dreaming-
The earth’s a jar
filled with stars, dimming.

This is our omen
for us to sheathe all our problems,
it’s the atonement
to wreathe our bodies with blossoms.