Starry SkyA Poem by TaylerA poem about the beauty, the mystery, and the twinkling strangers that light our skyTwinkling from above, shinning into the faces of despair, always perfect, but sometimes not there. Stars make the night sky.
I can never wait, for the fall of night, The sun surrenders its fiery hold over the earth, giving it over to the moon, Sharing the power with darkness.
It's not that scary, once you're used, to sight being stolen, shadows pressing into your eyes, but only until you look up into the sky.
Stars, millions of tiny stars, burning from millions of miles away. Peeking into the midnight hour as it to say, "Hey people, we're here".
And for some reason, the night sky, is always clearer in the Autumn, when cold fills your mind, and your breath swirls around you.
And you look up, into the starry sky, with cheeks as red as apples, eyes shinning brightly with anticipation, and look into the beautiful unknown.
© 2009 TaylerAuthor's Note
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