Poetry @1! The Big Black Sky
The big black sky, a canvas vast, unfurls above, A velvet cloak adorned with starlight's subtle love. It stretches on, a boundless sea, where inky depths reside, With secrets whispered on the breeze, by secrets it confides.
In twilight's hush, the day descends, a fiery sun retreats, And paints the canvas with a blush, in hues of rose and sweets. The black then deepens, swallows light, a hush descends so deep, A million tiny diamonds pierce, where constellations sleep.
The moon, a pearl, ascends the stage, a lonely, watchful eye, Reflecting borrowed solar grace, against the inky sky. It casts a silver, shimmering light, on mountains, plains, and seas, A beacon for the creatures small, that dance upon the breeze.
The stars emerge, a glittering throng, a cosmic, swirling dance, Each one a fiery ember, a universe by chance. They hold their stories close within, of birth and life and death, Of stardust scattered, galaxies born, with every fleeting breath.
The Big Black Sky, a silent guide, has watched us since the start, Witnessed the rise of empires grand, and witnessed them depart. It's seen the rise and fall of man, of laughter, love, and strife, The tapestry of human dreams, woven in the web of life.
For some, it's a canvas filled with fear, a vast and lonely place, A void that swallows hope and light, with no redeeming grace. They see the darkness as their foe, a symbol of despair, A reminder of the unknown, the burdens they can't bear.
But for the ones with curious minds, it's a playground vast and grand, A swirling sea of possibilities, held in the palm of hand. They see the stars as whispers old, of cosmic tales untold, Of journeys yet to be embarked, of mysteries to unfold.
The Big Black Sky, a teacher wise, offers lessons without sound, Of vastness and humility, on what hallowed ground We stand, a speck, a fleeting breath, within the cosmic scheme, A tiny player in a grand display, a fleeting, flickering dream.
It teaches us to cherish light, the warmth that holds us near, For darkness, though it may seem vast, has beauty held so dear. The fireflies that dance on earth, the luminescence bright, They echo in the starlight's glow, a symphony of light.
The Big Black Sky, a source of peace, a refuge from the fray, It offers solace, quietude, at the end of weary day. Beneath its canopy we lie, and watch the stars ignite, And feel the weight of worries fade, replaced by gentle night.
It whispers tales of distant worlds, where life may yet reside, A spark of hope, a gentle nudge, that fuels the curious tide. It beckons us to reach for stars, to dream beyond the blue, To push the boundaries of thought, and see what dreams come true.
The Big Black Sky, a timeless well, of endless myths and lore, From constellations named by men, of creatures seen before. The hunters bold, the mighty bears, the maidens in the sky, They weave a tapestry of stars, a story we can't deny.
It holds the echoes of the past, of voices long since gone, Of ancestors who gazed on high, their stories whispered on. They saw the same celestial dance, the same eternal light, And wondered at the mysteries, hidden in endless night.
The Big Black Sky, a source of awe, a canvas ever grand, It fills our hearts with wonder deep, held in the palm of hand. It speaks of unity and time, of cycles ever turning, Of birth and death, a constant dance, forever ever burning.
It reminds us that we are part, of something grand and vast, A tiny thread in cosmic cloth, a moment built to last. We are the children of the stars, the dust from which we're made, And in the Big Black Sky's embrace, our true connection's laid.
So let us gaze upon the night, with hearts both brave and bold, And find our place within the stars, a story yet untold. The Big Black Sky, a mystery, a wonder to behold, A canvas vast, where dreams take flight, and stories yet unfold.
