Soft Black Silk

The sun sets, painting the sky
in pinks, purples, and yellows.
The sky darkens and soon
it's dotted with little spots of light.
The stars are lightyears away,
and yet, they seem so close.
It's almost as if I could reach out
and pluck a few from that infinite sea
of darkness.
Out here, sitting alone on soft Bermuda grass
on a cool summer night.
The stars above shine so clear
unlike so many things, so many things.
If only the world in which I dwell
could exist like those flaming balls of light,
free and easy upon soft black silk.
But that's just not meant to be.

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Sometimes it's nice to get out at night where you can see the stars. You can just forget about the stresses of daily life for a little bit and take in some of the beauty that the world has to offer.