The Night Sky

Blanket

Far beyond the ocean

As the raging fire simmers its wrath,

Like a phoenix rising from the flames

Yet a halcyonic antithesis,

Is the birth of the night sky.

A soothing balm to the preceding sizzle,

The charcoal blanket edging towards its pinnacle,

Adorned with the canopy of stars,

It is poise personified.

The iridescent lantern,

Encased in an ivory canvas

Guiding the lost traveller,

A loyal Confederate to the dreams built

And the secrets whispered,

An artist’s fantasy

And companion to those philosophical meanderings.

The night sky,

A tribute to tranquility,

Unparalleled till date

Designed by the nature’s artisan.

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  1. I guess all poetry lovers are night creatures. The dark sky with those little twinkling stars, is the poet’s blanket.
    I say, ‘Let the night come, so that I may write a new poem.’
    I agree with Sandy’s comment.

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