The Sky At Night

 

I gaze at the setting sun and see it slowly fade,

while the horizon gathers in the remains of the day.

Brightness is replaced by ever reddening clouds,

till darkness comes determined to chase them all away.

 

Then a twinkle far above I see which causes me to stare,

and while I watch many more appear creating an infinite display.

As the eternal canvas comes to life once more I struggle,

for I cannot grasp the wonder of this celestial ballet.

 

Then, where distant shapes had ushered in the night

a glow occurs, dim at first as though reluctant to spoil the show.

But then the source peaks shyly over the horizon,

lifting itself slowly, as if weary from its unending toil.

 

Soon the Moon treks unerringly across the night sky,

its majesty restored, its place undisputed by those on earth.

Its journey, watched by mankind through countless millennia,

marvelling its mystery, that it continues to suffer death, and rebirth.

 

The sky at night is a wondrous thing, a portal to far off worlds,

where others just like us may be looking up to ‘their‘ stars,

wondering if, just like us, they are alone and what lies beyond.

Their own Sun and Earth perhaps; their own Jupiter and Mars.