After Dusk

You are an infinite sky,
not as it is in the morning:
an ocean of light, pure blue,
no shadows or clouds,

but as it is after dusk:
freckled with stars gleaming
through the black abyss
from galaxies unknown,
a thousand spinning planets,
hiding in the vastness of space
their secrets never to be touched.

From your tongue comes
not the powerful voice of day,
his cries of violent joy,
of triumphs and victory
of men whose legacies live on

but the soft whisper of the night,
her subdued song telling stories
lost with time- of kings long gone
and of people reduced to dust
swirling through the moonlit sky-
forgotten by all but she who tells
their tales to a world with closed ears.

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