“Jumbled Notes About Night”

I stare out into it
Not conscious of any feeling
Other than the pleasure that is met with my eye
The pleasure being:
The stars finality
The sky’s eternality
The hush of nothing

Black is how it appears to an eye unadjusted
An eye blinded by artificial light
If taken the time to appreciate it
Hues of dark blue and purple are revealed
Palettes of indigo and dark sapphire
Mix to pop the many radiant points of the sky
Making them to seem like a cloth
Punched with pins

Commonly considered the adversary of day,
They go hand in hand
One would not be what it is without the other,
Both sentries of the world

I stare out into it
starstruck at its celestiality
Calmed by
Its veil of tranquility
all unrest and desolation,
Is silenced