Strolling Anight

I strolled out anight

Thus all was bright

The rain had cleared from the sky

From last fortnight

For long I had not sought

And forgotten the thought

Now I can clearly see the myriad stars

As the open nights affection appears to breathe

It lay hid under consuming clouds

Now they stir in the sky

In a heavenly sea all around

Even the faintest light I can sense

Nothing from my eyes and ears does veer

I see them shine as white pearls of perfection

They of the sky are the children endeared

I am so seemingly small but yet a part

A humbled reflection of their art

Still I am below their home

Wandered and lost so longingly lonely

I remember many peaceful past acquaintances

My dear dark companion of elation

Should I not forget to recall the wonder

To stroll with each night

Alongside a hanging moon