Poetry @2! The Big Black Sky
The Big Black Sky, a restless heart, with storms that come and go, A tapestry of swirling clouds, where cosmic battles flow. Lightning streaks, a fiery whip, across the darkened dome, A glimpse of power unleashed, a fleeting, fearsome poem.
The wind, a mournful, restless sigh, that whispers through the night, Carries the scent of distant rain, and promises of light. It dances with the lonely trees, a haunting, mournful song, A melody of nature's might, where it forever belongs.
The Big Black Sky, a shooting star, a fleeting streak of light, A wish whispered on the breeze, a spark that burns so bright. It leaves a trail of silver dust, across the inky scene, A reminder that even darkness, can hold a fleeting sheen.
The Milky Way, a silver thread, that stretches far and wide, A billion stars in close embrace, where secrets deep reside. It's the heart of all we see above, a celestial sprawl, A testament to creation's might, a wonder to enthrall.
The Big Black Sky, a lunar dance, a constant ebb and flow, From crescent smile to silver orb, a changing, constant show. It pulls the tides with unseen hands, and guides the creatures small, A silent ruler of the night, that watches over all.
The Big Black Sky, a traveler's friend, a guidepost in the dark, By constellations we can steer, and leave our earthly mark. The ancients used the starry charts, to navigate the seas, And found their way by starlight's grace, upon the restless breeze.
The Big Black Sky, a source of dreams, where yearning takes its flight, It fuels the fire of invention, and ignites a curious light. It beckons us to push the veil, and reach for what's unknown, To build the ships that pierce the sky, and claim a world our own.
The Big Black Sky, a canvas vast, for dreams that have no end, It holds the stories yet untold, the whispers that transcend. From poets filled with inspiration, to artists with a brush, The Big Black Sky inspires them all, with its celestial hush.
The Big Black Sky, a final stage, where life one day will end, But from the ashes, something new, a cycle that will mend. The stars themselves will fade and die, and galaxies will fall, But from the remnants, life will rise, to answer nature's call.
The Big Black Sky, a humbling sight, a reminder of our place, A speck within a boundless whole, in this celestial space. It teaches us to cherish life, the fleeting moments here, To love, to laugh, to leave our mark, and cast away all fear.
So let us gaze upon the night, with hearts both open wide, And find our solace in the stars, where secrets gently hide. The Big Black Sky, a constant friend, a wonder to confide, A canvas vast, where dreams take flight, forever to reside.
The Big Black Sky, a timeless breath, forever in its hold, A tapestry of stories spun, in starlight, silver, gold. We stand beneath its watchful gaze, a fleeting human spark, Yet in its vast and endless night, we leave our tiny mark.
The whispers echo on the breeze, of dreams that take their flight, A symphony of starlight's song, that fills the endless night. So raise your eyes, and lose yourself, within the cosmic dance, For in the Big Black Sky's embrace, we find our lasting chance.
The Big Black Sky, a restless muse, forever ignites change, A stage where meteors ignite, and cosmic dramas range. From supernovas' fiery birth, to nebulas' swirling grace, It paints a story writ in stars, across the endless space.
The Big Black Sky, a silent choir, with voices soft and deep, In whispers carried on the wind, forgotten secrets sleep. They speak of ancient civilizations, lost to time's decay, Of empires built and empires fallen, on this celestial display.
The Big Black Sky, a witness true, to love that burns so bright, From lovers gazing hand in hand, beneath the moonlit night. Their whispered vows on starlight etched, a promise ever strong, A testament to love's enduring flame, where hearts and souls belong.
The Big Black Sky, a lullaby, for weary souls to rest, A blanket of celestial peace, upon the troubled breast. Beneath its canopy we dream, of futures yet to be, And find the solace in the dark, that sets our spirits free.
The Big Black Sky, a teacher wise, with lessons ever taught, Of perseverance in the face of dark, where battles must be fought. For even when the stars seem dim, and hope appears to wane, The universe keeps turning still, a cycle that will remain.
The Big Black Sky, a bridge unknown, to worlds beyond our own, A portal whispered in the stars, a place we've never known. Black holes, with swirling mystery, and galaxies yet unseen, They beckon us to reach for more, on journeys yet unseen.
The Big Black Sky, a constant friend, a comfort and a guide, A source of wonder and of awe, where mysteries reside. So let us gaze upon its face, with hearts that yearn to know, The secrets whispered in the stars, the stories yet to flow.
