The vividness of the moon illuminates
As the night ages
The stars, they too shine oh so greatly
A dance of twinkling they'll engage in
As the hand of the clock progresses to twelve
Not a trace of day is left
Not the subtlest hint
Of the orange, red, or pink
That had painted the infinite sky
Just moments before
It lights up every city
It shone a ghost white
As it begins to take flight
You glance up there, way up high
It's so close, but so out of your grasp
In spite of being lightyears and lightyears away
The familiarity is so comforting-the night
So that you forget you're a foreigner, never been
Just watching with your feet curled up in the damp grass, each night-again and again
Accompanied by the crickets, occasional bats, cars passing through
My, the sight will just transport you
Your house, neighbors, it all fades from view, existence itself
It's just you and the evening is all that is, all that's ever been
Until the radiant sun peeks over the blazing horizon
And you're transported back, surrounded once again
By people, by responsibilities you feign to love
Until next dusk, with air filled with cool, a dewy musk, just to fade again
Until next dusk, my friend
Until next dusk
YOU ARE READING
Random Poetry Collection
PoetryThis is a collection of bad poetry I've managed to compose through the slurs of ink we've come to know as letters we form into what we know as language. The '*'s indicate that this poem is a little on the sad/darker side.
