Fortuitous Awakening

After allocating 45 minutes of sleep overnight prior to the descent down the Grand Canyon, I crashed at 6 pm, just a couple of hours after arriving at the campsite.  For some odd miraculous turn of events, I emerged out of my tent at 10:30 pm to behold at the stars like shattered crystals hurled up in the sky.

A billion stars go spinning through the night,

blazing high above your head,

but in you is a presence that will be,

when all the stars are dead.