Sometimes I look out my window
in the middle of the night
the sky looking as if
ink spilled everywhere
with little dots of white shining.
Sometimes it's frustrating to admire
the beautiful night sky in a confined space
so I step outside
feeling the gush of cold wind
seeping through my clothes
hugging my skin.
Sometimes I find myself slowly spinning around
my head crooked as I stare at the
thousands of twinkling dots
and it feels a trance.
The deeper and harder I gaze
the more I find myself reaching closer
to one of the bright spots of light
needing to know where they get their beauty
and how they get the power to make you
think
wonder
get lost in
feel like you're walking on air
they make you understand
there's so little
we know about the universe.
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Midnight Garden of Words
PoetryIn a world surrounded by darkness lies a wondrous place where all it takes is one look a few steps before you're lost dancing under the twenty-six stars known as letters shining bright over the midnight garden of words.
