It Ends At the Sky

The sky is a collage of purple and red As the sun hits the horizon and goes to bed. Mixed in the middle are dark blue and gray, It is so impressive I have to say. The words are illusive as the moon does rise. When I need inspiration I look to the skies. I see this universe so much larger than I. The stars appear to mark the day gone by. I look up to see this star shining so bright. Bringing needed light to the dark night. It seems like a beacon shining for me. The twinkling of stars as far as the eye sees. I sit for a while so I can take it all in. It’s so quiet I could hear the drop of a pin. Though I’ve seen this before it is never the same. The moon rises up to join in the game. The beauty of these moments set my mind free. The possibilities before me are as vast as the sea. It stretches from land to end at the sky My imagination soars I think I shall fly.