Storms of Starlight
Drifting in the sky.
I stand next to a mystery.
starlight streams on fire
I cast a light into the night
To the sky, my eyes aspire.
Seeing storms of starlight,
drifting in the sky,
in the darkness of the night,
My mind is like a spy.
Are there extra-terrestrials,
somewhere out there in space,
written in another language,
Other than the human race.
In awe, I often wonder,
and watch the endless strand,
like lightning and thunder,
Stars form in a band.
Up above the Milky Way,
our nearest galaxy,
words I’ve never learned to say,
Form a starlit canopy.
Shooting stars and satellites,
the night song of a bird,
far away from city lights,
Hardly a whisper can be heard.
It has a magical quality,
and infuses my soul,
senses of a equality,
Both brave and very bold.
Earthly thoughts and worries,
scatter into mist,
in turbulence and flurries,
Is there something I have missed?
My mind is changed forever,
a metamorphosis,
in the never, never,
The universe is kissed.
©
David Rudder
2022
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