Carry On

I hide beneath my cloak of stars
finding the night to my liking;
like angel wings, ethereal things,
barely touched before they're broken.
I raise a hand to the universe;
the gift of this sight is a burden;
these garlands of starry roses that
I gather to cover my vision;
the scent is quite intoxicating.

The moon stands out as one shining drop of dew
amongst the many that provide their own glow.

I feel the presence of so many fires;
a burning not to touch my skin;
yet as I shiver below the summer sky,
the suns, in starlight, hold me in.
enraptured by the power of the night,
the breaths I take remind my of my place,
a speck beneath this single sun,
a human, soon to die and be erased;
yet in dreams, I carry on.

As so many others have pondered this sky,
so will I pass on this vision when I die.

Author notes

This wasn't supposed to rhyme. Really. It just kind of. . . happened. So I kept it as a kind of half rhyme.

I got inspired by a contest on the universe I just entered, as well as a camping trip I just went on. Nothing like getting away from it all and actually seeing the night sky without the city glow to remind you why you're a poet.