The Night Sky

It’s night time

I close the lamplight in my room

And slowly drag my bench on the floor

In front of the cold damp window

I sit alone in a dark poetic silence

Noticing the wind brush up against the leaves on trees

And looking at the bright stars and full white moon

I start to escape this shallow life

And drown under the surface of my mind

I get lost in

A tornado of thoughts

A circle of voices

A speaker of sounds

That goes round and round and round

The truth is

It is never quiet

My mind is always starting a riot

Then I begin to wonder

Wonder about what the universe sounds like on the moon

Or if every other planet has its own serene melodic tune

All I do know is that

At this lonely hour

The twinkling dark sky

And lonely moon

Is my only form of comfort