StargazingIt is a cool autumn evening; where the sunStargazing by TheRoadSoFar
Has long since sunk below the horizon and the
Stars twinkle their bright existence into the inky
Blackness of the night sky.
As a child, I was always full of questions:
But in particular I was always concerned with my identity.
Who am I?
I would wonder if the stars were truly as small as they seemed
Or if the universe was truly never ending.
With small hands, I'd reach up towards the sky, hoping to touch
The satin blackness; wishing to stain my fingers with the evening
And maybe become one with the sky. I look over my shoulder,
The house remains asleep.
A moment passes by and I stick my tongue, tentatively wondering:
What does the night sky taste like? Maybe like bits of sugar, sweet, and scrumptious.
A small gust of zephyr passes by, making my clothes billow
In the night air. It's refreshing; the coolness only serves to remind me
That winter is around the corner.
Orion the hunter will soon be climb