Starry Sky

A poem about the beauty, the mystery, and the twinkling strangers that light our sky

Twinkling 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. 

 

Author's Note

Short sweet and to the point. :)

Reviews

[Elvina CZq]

Aww too bad we don't have autumn at where I'm living. But, I never thought that night sky in Autumn is a beautiful sight. I must've missed all those beauties when I was in Japan at the Autumn season :( But anyway, you've made the night sky ever brighter with your words painted in here. When I came to your title, the song 'Vincent' just can't stop singing in my head (lol). Yes, which it starts with 'Starry, starry night...'

Thank you for sharing such wonderful poem :)

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Wow. To find such beauty in nature is priceless. This poem was written on such a grand scale. It made me feel the fact that everything is connected. I love the admiration in your words.

[Niamh Choesang]

That is really beautiful, I could really picture what you were talking about which I found relaxing.
Also I don't know what it is about it however I could actually hear you or somebody reciting it to me. Gorgeous!

[Sands]

stars are beautiful but the moon on those same nights, is breath taking. epecially when it's full. i love autumn and amm glad i'm not the only one who loves cold