seeing further

i lie
down in bed
shoes off
clothes removed.
head on a pillow.
the lights gone.
i stare at the watery
shadows on the ceiling,
then through
the ceiling.
i can see the stars
align,
white pricks in the black
cloth of night.
i see
the carved face of a lonely
moon,
unvisited or
thought about, expect by
poets and children
for so long.
i see farther,
i see the shortening list
of tomorrows,
of things to do.
i see no heaven, just
the winding down
of my imagination,
my universe such as it
is
coming to an uneventful
close.