For my part
I know nothing with any certainty,
But the sight of the stars makes me dream.
The blues,
Swirls of the sky curling around beams of twilight in perfect accord.
The floating tufts of flickering illumination,
Synchronized like the harmonies of a verse of music.
The glow of the night plays off of the little town below,
All roofs belonging to cozy homes bounce the moonlight back up into the atmosphere.
The crescent cut of the moon resting tall above the hills,
This sleepy town is calm tonight.
Eleven stars to sight, undoubtedly there are more to come, as the darkness grows older.
Each one smiling at each other and winking at the dreaming babes below.
A balance of wonder and comfort that their brilliance secures,
Reminding each soul of what is good and sweet.
Igniting remembrance,
It is our Fathers above us borrowing the stars as a looking glass.
The chapel, reaching high up to the heavens,
Connected by a steeple that holds briefly the hand of divinity.
A magnitude of power,
When the sun descends to the dominance of the night.
All the world is at peace,
The elements unified by the ties of brotherhood.
A beauty more exquisite than a mere diamond,
Colors of lily, gold, aqua, cobalt, sapphire, lilac, plum and silver.
Staring up into infinity, one can see all the phases of time,
A simplicite, yet limitlessness aura the night sky shares.
There is a comfort of this unknown; an inspiration and belief,
All hopeful feelings conjured up in the dancing light,
Of Van Gogh’s, The Starry Night.
D.C.
D.C.
