The darkness evokes a certain comfort; there’s a certain knowing when looking up at the night sky – the stars, the moon, the vast darkness that seems like it’s everything as it is nothing – sometimes the only way you can describe it is through poetry, through song, through something that may be a little less tangible – and even then, it’s hard to capture that exact, minute, nuanced feeling.
Looking out to the vast, dark space,
I dangle my feet gently below.
Swinging on the glittery stars,
Dancing with the meteorites,
I dip my toes into the cool pool of light below me.
The moon is a puddle of cool, damp fire;
It tickles my toes and comforts my soul;
Just as a warm cup of hot chocolate on a cool winter’s day.
I watch as the stars dance for my amusement,
Swirling and waltzing- just like snowflakes
Fiery images of life, here to stay.
I Imagine leaping over each one,
hopping across a river of
swift, silky, slippery
A darkness that leaves question behind,
and fulfills a knowing.
A smooth dark:
comforting like creamy peanut butter,
or silk pajamas.
Comforting like itself,
the night sky.
Suddenly, feeling a tickle over my eyes,
They float open,
The cool image of a comforting, white pool stares back at me as
The stars smile and craters wish me a good night
And I drift back to the beautiful mystery
Of the moon and the stars astray.