do they?

it's the pebbles 
that make life insurmountable

we expect
but too much gravel 
we trip on 

it's so black all day has ceased
when life is as bleak 
as bleakest jet
i lie back 
look to the core 
of the charcoal night

i gaze deep 
into the soul 
of the ancient pitch
and ask "do
the stars still shine tonite?"

J. Kevin Wolfe