Reincarnation

I hear a dog bark,
My simple breathing pierces the night air,
It's the dead of the night,
Peaceful and eerie.

My soft pillow,
Stifles my cries,
But I want them to be heard,
To be helped and nurtured.

Then a beautiful, striking sky arises from nowhere,
And my cries seem to have been heard,
I seem to have been cared for,
The dead of night has reincarnated.