A meadow of stars shined
brightly into forevermore where a
a small portion of night was pushed aside
into a cold place before
darkness reclaimed the sky.
I start to count the rubies and diamonds above,
surrendering my numbers to the dots
pasted onto infinity canvas.
The lights of a great city offers no
competition to the sparkling show in
the highway sky. A city is a candle
when compared to celestial strength.