In the cold, dark night
the ember from my cigarete
illuminates my face.
I tilt my head back
and gaze at the stars
on this dark september night.
The sky is a thick, black blanket
with tiny holes punched in it.
I begin to think about my life.
My life and this night sky are much the same.
The infinite black represents life,
and the stars are happiness.
The happy moments have been scattered in random places
as if it were a can of marbles spilled on a wooden table,
no prediction as to where they will end up.
Even though there is not as much stardust as there is blackness,
I realize that it is still beautiful in it's entirety
just like life itself.
I cherish my life and won't give it up.
even when clouds shroud the heavens,
the beauty is always there
never changing
Author notes
I was just admiring the sky tonight when the muse entered me. I had to put this down somewhere and I even had to delay my plans for the night in order to write this.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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A very beautiful and calming poem. Great meaning to it, wonderfully written and the words were perfect. These were my favorite lines. "My life and this night sky are much the same.
The infinite black represents life,
and the stars are happiness.
The happy moments have been scattered in random places
as if it were a can of marbles spilled on a wooden table,
no prediction as to where they will end up."
You are a really good poet. Thank you for the write.
~Oka
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