Poetry (2015-2017)

Night Sky.

A cool breeze sails through the calm winter night.
The texture of the sky is swirling with little whirlpool clouds.
A pastel midnight blue, chosen from an artists wooden palette.
He dips his brush into the paint once more and causes a stir amongst the darkness.

It becomes too heavy with it's burst of soothing colour, sprinkling it with light rain.
A peaceful existence on the cusp of difference, embracing the individual performances.
Given by the crystal stars that sparkle across the sky, how they soar across the stage.
A beloved treasure on their own, sorely missed by the lives of those who walk on lower ground.

A dreamers friend that inspires their imaginative mind with all it's natural beauty.
The moon, a circled crater of cream cheese that guides souls closer together when heaven has no visiting hours. A worldly galaxy of wonderment that keeps us guessing of what lives among us humans. The comforting arms of space and time wrap around the lonely night owls hearts.

A simple wish upon a falling star, a shimmer of hope that causes a crowd to gaze. A gentle silent effect between two lovers as they stare together at such a endearing breath-taking sight, shortly before realising the stars in their own eyes. The sun makes way for the moon each day in the cycle of a romantic love affair, although they never feel each other's caress. The night sky is forever blessed as it has millions of admirers who show their appreciation with just one tender glance.

Oh what would we do without the night sky.
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This poem was a blessing, considering I hadn't written a poem in nearly two weeks. It just poured out of me, that's all I can say. I love it just as much as I love the night sky. Thank you, God.

Sincerely Yours,
Liliana.