I Don't Anticipate

I don't anticipate the setting sun,
But dark returns each night. Yes, I forget
That stars will show after the sun has set,
And once the moon appears, the comets run
Across the spotted sky, then night is done.
Red hints of morning fill us with regret,
Dawn is a wrong turn, frightening, ill-met,
Unwanted, cruel, no friend to anyone.

I don't like change. If only things stood still —
Time, love, the stars, the nightingales that sing
And disappear as I'm awakening —
I could be happy. Do I feel a chill?
The moon will never stop now, but I will:
I don't anticipate continuing.