Star Blanket

So many crickets sing in the left-over
summertime, they're getting in last words
before giving in to quitting time
But above them shines a speckled blanket
I'd like to share its comfort, it's warm
even though it's dark, it's got a billion
glimmering, sparkling rhinestones that
shimmer like your soul before me, my sole
proposition: take a seat with me
And count the stars sprinkled on this
warming, lasting, coldness-blasting
blanket of the sky.

What do you say?