• I dipped my paintbrush in incredible hues
    Tipped it lightly into dark blues
    Took it up in hand long soft swipes
    In this manner I painted the night.

    ...Threw up a net of stars in the sky
    Constellations up they fly
    Round like a butten, shineing too
    Up I reached while sewing the moon.

    Almost finished but not quite yet
    Two objects in flight, screaming as they met
    Shooting stars, as they are
    My world; as viewed from afar.