Cosmic Eudaemonia
While in a field the other night,
I looked up at the midnight sky.
The stars were like a symphony,
An orchestra in their own right.
The stars in perfect harmony
Performed a concert, just for me.
The moon began it’s slow descend
Just as the astral music peaked.
I wish I could go back again,
To that wonderful halcyon,
But when I look up from the roof
My eyes are filled with murkiness.
Still, on that fateful night of blue,
I saw a special star that flew
And on that star I made a wish,
I wished that you would see one too.
*author's note*
Thanks for reading! I'm new to writing poetry, so any constructive criticism you have to help me improve would be a big help!
Copyright © Zephyr Cessabit | Year Posted 2021
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