“The bright stars battle the moon, which hovers above the dark wavy canvas./
Ripples strike the water, taking over the world.”
The bright stars battle the moon, which hovers above the dark wavy canvas.
Ripples strike the water, taking over the world. A skipped rock, almost pulled by the light current, washes over the reflection of sand against the water. The pretty sight washes away suddenly, late for an eternity of sleep.
I imagine skies
Draped over my windowpane
Just like a blackbird
Like stars through windows
I unravel the night sky
From my blue powers