Dear city-dwellers, have you noticed how the sky is almost always starless, but the ground below is packed with a million garish pinpoints of light? I wrote this quite one a while ago on a night when I missed the stars a little more than usual.
As I lay down to sleep, I
glanced
Outside my bedside window
To see just how the starlight
danced
And made the night-sky glow,
One last time, before sweet
sleep
Drew across my sight
The same soft veil of darkness
deep
That enrobed the arcane night.
But alas! The world seemed
upside down:
T‘was the earth that shimmered
with light;
It had robbed night of her
Jewels and Crown
And she sadly mourned her
plight.
Clad in black of the deepest
hue
She looked on, sad and bare,
As the lights below, within my
view
Shone on without a care.
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