Spark in Black

I stare up and see pieces of you

There is a glare of every you 

For every star I set my eyes to 

A part of me sees the bright light in the dark

A part of me sees darkness encloaking the sky

Then a question comes to my mind

What is it in you

That I see the beauty in darkness?

Reviews

[Unspoken poet]

sometimes the best beauty comes in the night time. very nicely written and expressed.